"Poison! Iro, duck!"
A shout erupted from the top of the tower. Irene did as she was asked, but it wasn't fast enough.
A heavy body was felt above her, and she was crushed into the wet earth. She was stunned for a moment, but what took her out of it was an awful choking noise.
It was so familiar yet so foreign.
She pushed the knight who had jumped on top of her off.
It was Sir Sven. He was choking. A ring around his mouth. The poison.
Just as he did to her before, Irene tore off her glove and shoved her small fingers down his throat. His mouth snapped shut as she did, and he bit her most prominent two knuckles. It hurt, but it wasn't enough to deter her until liquid covered her hand and she pulled her hand away.
He began throwing up the poison which was close to choking him to death.
It was on her, but it was mostly on the ground. She didn't mind. A small price to pay for saving a knight who saved her before.
