A Robin's Eyes

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“Okay who’s next?” She smiled at them, eyes flashing from adrenaline. A blue eyed, pale boy broke from the ranks that stood before here, going over to the girl who looked upset near tears. Petricia watched him out of the corner of her eye, but pointed a finger at her next challenger and coaxing him to her.

“It’s okay, Kendra, you only got beat by a zamel. That doesn’t mean anything.”
Petricia visible stilled, surprising her new opponent at how tense she had suddenly gotten. What the hell had he just called her?

“Excuse me?” The threat in her voice caused the squires to take several steps rearward. Though her back was this boy, Petricia could feel his glare on her.
“You heard me, you desert trash! Why don’t you and that shit-skinned fayri go back to whatever sand dune you crawled out off!” Petricia turned to fully face him to find that he was ready to fight.

Insults and racial slurs about her person, Petricia could handle. It frustrated her and it wasn’t something she was used to, but it had been happen a lot since she had left her home in the east. Dust of a scorpion’s back, she had decided ages ago. But nobody gets off with bad mouthing Sūraja, not with all the crap her beautiful friend got from uppity snobs like this punk.

“I think I found my next prey,” was all she said before she was on this boy like stars were on the night sky. With how fast she was hitting him, not letting him find his footing or getting a moment to breathe. Petricia as his eyes widen with fear at the realization that she had just been going easy on them.

Two quick jabs, one at his left arm and the other towards his stomach, and he was disarmed and on his rear. Petricia tossed her staff aside into the dirt, pulling out one of her daggers and lifted him up with her free hand.

“Ya eva been cut by the dull side of a blade, buddy?” Petricia hissed between her teeth. The boy’s eyes widened more, chocking up as he shook his head. The grin stretching on her face was certainly not a friendly one.

“It’s a slow death. Pierce with enough force and I can get ya to bleed. It’s slow though, the metal just diggin’ into yer skin, inch by inch. Tortured a man once with this exact blade, and as tough as he was, he talked once I cut off his right leg.”

“Now ya can do one of two things, got me? Either you apologize to me and my friend or keep your little racist comments to yourself for the rest of your life by me cutting out yer tongue. Just ‘cause you have freedom speech, doesn’t mean yer free from the consequences of what ya say.” A loud cough got her attention, Petricia turning her head to see Alicia standing among the knights in training.