The blow never comes.
Uncurling myself gingerly from the defensive position I was in, I try to make sense of the situation.
Alain is slowly standing up from the opposite side of the room where I assume she had been flung, and before me stands the mysterious man from the opening ceremony though he looks a bit hazy.
I shake my head in a bid to make my eyes focus and sharp pain assaults my head forcing a whimper from my lips.
The man crouches, cradling my head and the next moment, a delicious warmth spreads through my head and I feel the pain ebbing away.
My eyes drift behind him but before I could call out a warning, Alain strikes, shoving those twin blades deep into the man’s back.
Groaning out loud the man let’s go of my face and slowly stands up once again, I stare up at him to see his eyes flash a deep red before going completely black; freaky.
“Close your eyes little one, you don’t want to see this.”