Claudette's awareness of the clamor around her focused in on one point directly ahead, and with a grunt, she shot forward like an arrow and buried her blade in between her target's ribs.
The man gasped, his eyes finding hers in shock and confusion as she lifted him to standing by the knife. He opened his mouth to say something, but only a bloody cough came out, misting her face in red. She watched unblinking as the life drained from his eyes.
It was only when his body fell slack against the knife did she realize she had lifted the man completely off the ground. She tilted the knife and let his limp form slide off the blade.
"Princess," Clement breathed, still on his back and gaping up at Claudette.
