Re: Elevator to First Class
She was scared. Her heart hammered in her chest so hard that she worried about it being heard even through the steel of the armor that covered that side of her body. But the threat of being hurt, of having her armor taken away, in the next moment it didn't seem as much of a worry. She swung back again toward stubbornness, haughty princess steel, as if her own mind could not be made up from one moment to the next, and she shook her head. "You think there is anything here to take?"
The pain of the sword at her throat was a fraction of what she'd felt before, and she clung to the stubbornness, to stay still as the blade came toward her, held against her. She couldn't stop the slight flinch, but she didn't back away, simply stared at him down the length of the sword. It was the touch, finger to throat, that drew a reaction, a quiet inhale and slow blink as the red of her blood transfered to his nail. She stared as he licked it away, but then shook her head. What she was disagreeing with though, even she couldn't tell in that moment.