Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27147599-20180109035748/@comment-34052734-20180327022319

James uneasily stepped forward, drawing his sword and placing the tip against the back of Orville's neck- "I won't let you get away with this." His palm started to sweat, but he kept a powerful pose.

Orville felt the tip of the sword; it was cold. Icy. But that didn't make him feel any less comfortable. "Go on, kill me, then everyone will find out it was you who murdered the girl."

Sir James hissed, "You liar! I will make them believe me! It was you all along!" He wanted to roar, but Orville still had his tongue. The servant was clever, one misstep and he would win. It was simply a game of chess.

"Who would ever believe you? You can't even hold a conversation with Adler's daughter, let alone you're scared to even speak up to him yourself. Foolish, Mr. Wilkinson. Foolish boy."

James exhaled, his grip on the sword falling a little loose--

Orville was paying attention, he noticed. And with only seconds to make his move, the servant whipped around, knocking the weapon out of the knight's hand.

Stunned, James leapt towards the fallen weapon, but Orville kicked at his side, getting to it first. He held the sword out in front of James's face, waving it with some surprising skill-- he's worked with this weapon before. ''When? Focus. Not now.'' The knight held his breath, suspended in midair, dangling from a thread. He didn't blink.