Angered, Satella gripped the side of her neck, her face twisted with disgust.
"How dare you lay your filthy hands on me?!" she shouted, her anger acting against her very words.
At first, Rashin stood there, considering what could have happened, but after some time, he made the decision to launch yet another attack.
His blade was gripped tightly in his hands as he got closer to his target.
As he got close, he noticed Echidna didn't move a muscle. It didn't seem like she was planning to attack or defend.
Perhaps she was that confident in her defense. Rashin didn't care—all he wanted to do was kill her and get it over with.
Reaching close proximity, he ran the dagger through her head, blood spewing all over as he dug it even deeper.
In the blink of an eye, Echidna was standing at a safe distance, while he was simply there, the feeling of the blade digging into her flesh still lingering in his hands.
