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Even if she did not look at his face, she felt like she was being laughed at or mocked. She knew she did not know what to do with the weapon and she was sure that much was obvious; it did not even make her feel any better having it. The other could make an easy demand for her to drop it and naturally, the woman would comply. His voice had a laughter to it, and Astaroth had the same. He had a few things to say, as well, and that started to drive her a little crazy. Vieira found silence after Rurik spoke and her eyes stared at his chest, watching him breathe. The only way to try and tune the voice in her head out was to focus on details, and the grain of the wolf's fur held her attention for the time being. Sometimes it was all she had to get her by and her golden eyes did not stray far from this point.
Her height at holding the knife faltered slightly and dropped a few inches but it remained in the air. Her arm was tired but she held it out and took a careful step backward. Trying to run had done little for when the last wolf attacked her and she knew it would be the only way to make sure she stayed safe. Stalling seemed like a stupid idea but perhaps if she managed enough time, Kaena would find her and make sure she would be all right. The longer she stood, the worse she started to feel. The seconds felt like hours and she waited for his move. The muscles in her arms were crying out against being held for so long but she could not put the knife down. She had to try, it could help save her.
