Heinrich swung his blade wildly, each strike faster and more desperate than the last.
Cherion didn't freeze. The instant the cold steel gleamed under the light, he threw his upper body to the left, rolling hard across the slick floor tiles. The iron tip missed his throat by an inch, scraping violently against the stone with a harsh, metallic screech that threw sparks into the shadows.
"Hold still, you slippery rat!" Heinrich shrieked, his breath coming in ragged, foam-flecked gasps as he swung the dagger sideways in a wild, blind slash.
"You really followed us all the way from the plaza, didn't you?" Cherion barked out, scrambling backward on his palms and boots to gain distance inside the tight washroom space.
"Good observation!" Heinrich sneered, scrambling after him on his knees like a rabid beast, his cloak dragging over the stone floor. "Too bad you were too stupid to do anything about it! You walked right into my hands!"
