I stop mid track and turn around. Lisa opens her hand and a knife appears, she smirks, and slicing across Greg’s arm.

He starts jumping up and down yelping. “What was that for?”

“I didn’t feel like cutting myself… and you where just there.” She laughs and hands me the knife. “You’re going to need this.”

I tuck the knife in my belt loop and run upstairs.

Keep it together Ashley. Get Spencer and go.

I slowly walk towards the living room and peer around the corner. Spencer’s in a chair tied up on the left with the Angel of Greed on the couch watching TV.

Just my luck right?

I pull myself together and bounce the sword in my hand. It’s too fucking heavy. The handle is too big and it surely wasn’t made for someone with my sexy petite – ness.

I’m not going to be able to win, if I attack him.

I carefully put the sword down and sigh. If I bring my sword to me he is going to notice my presence but I have to do it.

I wiggle my fingers and my sword appears. Good ol’ faithful.

I hear the couch move as he stands up and heads in my direction. I grip my sword tighter and wait until he is in striking distance. I thrust the handle of my sword in his face causing his nose to break. He moans and stumbles backwards as blood gushes down.

He regains his composure and swings his sword at me. I quickly block it and kick him in the gut to get him away.

That bastard got his blood on my shirt! I throw myself at him swinging my sword low but he jumps over it.

We continue our attack on each other for about five minutes. He got my leg but I go his arm and gut.

We are both breathing crazy.

“Stop trying to fight!” He yells and swings for my throat but I dodge it and push him towards the wall. I grab the knife that Lisa gave me from my belt loop and place it on his throat.

“This can go either way. I can slit your throat or you can lay down your sword.”

I have no problem with killing him. Its not like it counts as me actually killing someone…. He won’t die… kind of.

“I cant wait until they punish you.” He snarls and drops his sword. I smirk and take the handle of the dagger and hit him across the head. He falls over and I laugh.

I go over to Spencer and she eyes my bruises and cuts as I untie her from the chair.

“You are very quiet.” I say pulling her up.

“I didn’t think you needed a screaming girl in the background as you are trying to keep yourself alive.” She wipes away the blood trickling down my face.

She’s so thoughtful.

“Thanks.” I pull her towards the door and embrace her tightly. “Where do we need to go?”

She pulls back and brings my hand up and kisses my bruise knuckles. “We have to go back to the bridge.”