ONE HUNDRED EIGHT: Need to Move

"Thane!"

"Watch out!"

"-et the prin-"

"-run-"

"..."

Various yells and grunts vaguely registered in Kel's head as she trudged toward the knife. Her eyes hardly took note of Soren slithering out of Thane and Lucy's hold and sending Lucy to the ground, clutching her bloody nose. 

The only thing she could truly see was the dagger. The only sound filling her ears was the various voices in her mind screaming to plunge the dagger through Soren's hideous heart.

When she reached the bloodied knife, her fingers curled slowly around the handle while her mind calculated the timing and speed needed to catch her prey. 

Soren was flitting back and forth trying to knock down both Lucy and the emperor who had joined the struggle. Lucy, with her blood-stained face and neck, was slowly running out of steam. She wouldn't be able to keep Soren occupied for much longer.

But a single moment was all Kel needed.