Zsadist, Meet Byrne
The sound of steel on steel was heard by the female as a pair of rumbling footsteps came barreling down from both ends of the hall until the clang of their daggers made itself widely known. The males moved so fast they could barely be tracked as Byrne held his blade firmly in place over Zs jugular.
Dont you dare touch her again. Understand? Byrne hissed. He was struggling to keep his feet planted on the floor and the dagger pressed against Zsadists neck.
Z fought back hard but chuckled when he realized he was losing the game.
Understand? Byrne repeated more loudly. He was gripping the dagger handle with white knuckles and his face was the bright red of a rose, the anger that fueled it rising by the second.
On the sidelines a very concerned Bella stood guard and watched helpless as he