The Guardian twisted to the side, a quick sidestep that took him out of my path. It forced me to change directions, once again following his lead. Once again on his leash. But I chased him anyway, never slowing my steps as I let my arms swing wildly through the air, hoping that I’d earn a bit of luck and find purchase. I didn’t want much. The shell of his ear. The tip of his nose. A finger or thumb. Bloodlust surged through my veins like fire. My vision coated in red. He dodged every strike, but I kept going, pouring out all of my anger at him, at Zavier, at my father for sending me to Turah.
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