I took the fallen dagger into my grip and swore on the moon that this woman would not die at the jaws of my oppressor. Within a whip of fire that could have cracked the sky in two, I sent the dagger flying towards his open jaws, every ounce of power I had left going into the cast. It slammed into the back of his throat and drove upwards at the will of my fire, slicing in with a certainty that could only equal death.
Ahhhhhh omg
