It doesn’t matter why this guy is trying to kill me right now. Either I’m strong enough to survive or I’m not. The first-year rips the bloodied daggers out of his forearms in quick succession with an angry grunt, letting them clatter to the ground. His mistake. He might be almost a foot taller, but he’ll need those blades if he wants to kill me. His build, though…that’s going to be hard to overcome.
