"When the moment comes, that mask on your face will be useful," said Feng Wu. "It's Catnine's face. Before Sefiro comes back, you can do a lot of things when you're pretending to be Catnine."
The more the prince heard about it, the more amazed he was by Feng Wu.
"So, the only problem now is to get you off the mountain safely."
Feng Wu looked at the prince. She then whispered something in his ear.
The prince looked surprised.
"What are you waiting for? Run!" Feng Wu kicked him in the butt.
"Oh, right!" The prince returned to himself and dashed off.
As he ran, he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Help! I'm Sefiro, the princess! Feng Wu! You can't kill me!"
Right now, Feng Wu was playing no one but herself.
She snorted. "Are you begging me to spare your life? In your dreams!"
She then drew out her Fallen Star Sword.
Murderous energy filled the air.
Thud!
