Fake it till you make it

While both of them were fixed in deadlock, suddenly without any warning the red-haired girl pulled back and jumped back from the conflict. Orion was confused but more than that relieved because it was not for long he could sustain himself in confrontation. Sooner or later he would have died under her blade. 

Ember bit her lip in hate as she pulled the dagger about of trembling wrist. From the look of her eyes, clearly, she was not adept at handling such extreme pains. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes but no sound escaped from her mouth while Orion, who was keeping an eye on her for any suspicious movements, felt dumbfounded. 

'She ... .is crying?'