Pitter patter…pitter patter…

Baz leapt up into the air, her dagger poised for your neck. But given you’d see her coming a mile away, it was parried and she fell to the floor. She squeaked, curling up into a ball and begging for your mercy.

“Wait, please! I-I didn’t…aaah, I…I, um…”

She scrambled for an excuse, but none could be found. Her eyes met yours, she fully expected death.