Relasta tugged frantically on Andl'at's hilt, but the sword remained firmly stuck. Bracing her foot, she heaved backwards, and the blade popped free with a ringing sound. The sudden recoil sent her staggering across the ship, colliding with the wall. Her momentum brought Andl'at's razor edge biting into her arm, slicing through fabric and flesh with ease.

Her legs shook, then collapsed beneath her. A numbing sensation spread along her arm, and her face constricted with pain.

Pleagh, your blood tastes foul.

Relasta whimpered as she cradled her head, the steady pounding continuing to grow in intensity. "Please, make it stop."