Flash Fiction #150 -- Izain's Choice, Part 4

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As the door opened, Izain crouched down by the crates, quickly putting the knife back together. The stiginite blade would have done more harm, but it didn't have much reach. Besides, he didn't want to physically hurt anyone here.

He couldn't see who came in, but it was obvious the person wasn't expecting any trouble. The steps never faltered and the