The hooded man saw her approaching. He knew he could not defeat her in a fair fight, especially with a bleeding eye.
He quickly reached his hand deep inside his cloak. He pulled out a small, tightly tied leather pouch.
He squeezed the pouch and threw his arm forward violently.
A cloud of fine, sparkling, purple powder exploded from the pouch. He threw it at Camilla's face.
Camilla saw the powder coming. Her reflexes activated instantly. She quickly raised her left arm, using her sleeve to cover her nose and mouth to block the strange powder.
But it was too late.
The fine purple dust moved too fast. It hung heavily in the air around her head. She had already inhaled a small breath of it before her arm could fully cover her face.
Instantly, a strange burning heat flooded directly into her lungs. The heat traveled straight up into her brain.
Camilla staggered backward. Her knees suddenly felt weak and useless.
Her fingers lost their strength. The dagger slipped out of her hand.
