in a second you found yourself roughly pinned to the ground while the Young Knight pressed down on you with his foot, leaning towards you. his sword tip was poking at your throat, but Stan didn't dare cut your neck. his brows were furrowed as he looked at you in disbelief, preparing to strike.

“In the name of the King of the Elven people, I will not leave you alive, stranger!!”

The knight hissed, gritting his teeth.