Drake steps to the side, able to somehow sense Eliana’s presence. He is not quite quick enough, though, as the rusted nail imbeds itself in the side of his arm. He bares his teeth in pain. As he tries to turn and face the Princess, she rips the weapon out and goes for his neck.
With reflexes now kicking in, Drake grabs Eliana’s wrist, tightening her hold on the metal. She whimpers as her flesh is pinched. Gritting her teeth, she yanks against his hold, trying to step away.
Drake’s long hair is now even over her own shoulder, tangling them together. He grabs her other arm, pinning her in place.
“Let me go.” She seethes, her face burning with anger. She will not allow herself to be used and manipulated by a Climont monster.
“You just tried to kill me, and yet you’re still demanding things of me,” he chuckles, his chest rumbling.
Drake’s breath is hot on her face, only causing her rage to build. “I said unhand me.”