knee, he clasped the hilt in both hands and drove the sword in an arc, back and up… … into Belikon’s stomach. It happened fast. Really fast. I was barely able to track the movement. Belikon hadn’t expected it, that was for sure. A wet gurgle came out of the Yvelian king’s mouth as Fisher ripped his father’s sword free, spun again, and drove the tip straight into Belikon’s throat.
Ohh shit that was so fucking riskyyyyy!!
