Pangborn took the knife out of his thigh and examined it, "It's that witch! I knew it!" Blackthorn grunts in agreement and readies his broadsword.
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Lily scurried up the tree they were hiding behind and whistles, the two men looking at her with pure hatred, "Looking for something?" she jeered then pointed to the knife Pangborn was holding, "And you have something I need, so if you hand it back and leave me along, I might not kill you." her words spit with rage.
Pangborn smiled a wicked grin and tried to bend the knife. Lily faked a shocked expression and watched as a blue aura surrounded the knife and burned his hands.
He screams in pain and drops the knife and with a flick of Lily's hand, it's back in her hand.