"War, you know what to do." Lith took the angry blade hung to his hip and put it in front of Kamila's desk.
"Kill. Kill. And kill!" The latches of the sheath writhed like angry snakes, their clicks producing words with a voice that nothing had of human and didn't even try to sound like one.
"No, protect." Lith chided it. "Think of the baby."
"Daughter!" War whined, the memory of Phloria's death still haunting it. For some reason, Elysia had replaced Phloria as the sword's primary mission, making War's obsession with the baby almost as bad as Lith's.
Almost.
"If hurt, kill?" The angry blade moaned like a puppy begging for a treat.
"No, if you even suspect they are trying to hurt her, you can get out of your sheath." Lith shook his head, making War emit a shrieking wail of excitement.
