“On the count of three,” Dax murmured, snapping {{user}}’s attention back to the danger at hand. They slashed and lunged, again and again. A heartbeat later, the men were disarmed and backed against the wall beneath the arcade, pleading, their hands raised in surrender.

“I’ll finish him,” said Dax, stepping up to {{user}}’s side. “You think I cant?” “No…” Dax took the sabre from her hand, giving the man a quick death. {{user}} watched the dark blood stream down the plaster wall as his body slid to the ground. “…I just didn’t want you armed when I did this.”

Raising both blades, Dax turned on her.

It was {{user}} whose back hit the wall now, two bloodied blades turned against her. Dax’s thoughts were diamond clear on his face. The betrayal, the hurt..all of it. Maybe the two were ruined from long before. Maybe they were ruined from the very night they started this alliance. Maybe they were ruined since the day she broke his heart and he broke hers.

“A message arrived tonight,” He said, his voice low, “Telling me of a threat inside the palace.”

“I prayed to every god it wasn’t you.” Dax stepped closer. “Did you plan it all out with her? How to best seduce me?”

She could hear the sound of his broken heart in his words.

“What have you done to the girl I love?” Their gazes locked.

“I want her back.” He dropped one blade—{{user}}’s scythe—in the grass and gently touched her cheek. “Give her back to me.”