Dazed, Fionn grunted and pushed down on the fox fae, but his concentration was no longer on keeping her deadly self away from his vital organs. His depth perception was swimming between near and far, but he chanced removing one hand from a wrist he was pinning. It closed around her throat, and Fionn watched her with blood gushing from his nose. Grip tightening, Fionn was desperate to kill her now.
She was spiteful, not one to stay down, and he could not help but feel admiration for such fire burning in her.
But she released their current strong lead about the rebels.
"I will wear your pelt better than a crown, girl." He promised, pressing down at her throat. "A shame to see you go."
Fionn could hear the guards arrive, someone calling out "Protect the Queen!" and that was all that was needed to distract him that one momentary second. His hand burned hot with light, lightly searing at her skin like a brand.
Light ready to blind them all if it meant to protecting the Queen.
She was spiteful, not one to stay down, and he could not help but feel admiration for such fire burning in her.
But she released their current strong lead about the rebels.
"I will wear your pelt better than a crown, girl." He promised, pressing down at her throat. "A shame to see you go."
Fionn could hear the guards arrive, someone calling out "Protect the Queen!" and that was all that was needed to distract him that one momentary second. His hand burned hot with light, lightly searing at her skin like a brand.
Light ready to blind them all if it meant to protecting the Queen.