Resolve

“Is being creepy part of the Brotherhood’s basic training? Or is that a special gift of yours?”

Alexis made good use of this unsettling display and threw her dagger at his exposed thigh, replacing it with another from her belt.
Hey, she could throw chac, too. Not licking it though, even if it should happen to hit. Because gross.

She didn’t take the time to think about the implications of what he just told her, because for something like that to even matter, she would first have to be able get away with her life somehow.

Which honestly was highly debatable.

Jumping back herself for a second’s breather, she only wished she could check how her friends were faring.

If she could exchange the hammer head for their lifes, even though the relic at her hip seemed to shake and heat up and mutely scream in her mind for her even thinking about that, she would try.
If she just could somehow cut the all encompassing grasp it had on her, if she could somehow fight off this cursed compulsion.

But as she had told him, she doubted they would hold themselves to such a deal. Why would they? They clearly had the upper hand.

And…
Islana. Whatever they planned to do with the hammer, even with what little Alexis knew, she had no doubt her piuthar beag would be affected in her role as Sister Locust. And not in a good way.

And so, adjusting her stance and meeting the with-eyed gaze of the shaft‘s holder head on, she resolved to dedicate every last ounce of strength that she could find within her to keep the hammer head out of their hands.