You scream, stabbing the blade into the target.

The armoury smells faintly of gun powder. You're not supposed to be in here, but you don't care. It's been quiet for days, now, and it's driving you nuts.

"Princess?"

The sound of his voice makes you jump, and the blade slices your hand. You drop the knife with a pained gasp.

"Jesus," he utters. He rushes to your side, grabbing your wrist and upturning your bloody palm. "You stupid girl. What did I tell you?"