"NO!"
She grabbed the pot off the fire and flung the contents at the attacker. The man screamed, clawing at his face as the broth burned his face. He panted with pain as white blisters erupted on his brutal features.
"You'll get it now!" he growled, and threw the girl's mother aside.
Tamia caught her breath as her mother slammed into a shelf and collapsed in a heap on the cold stone floor.
Her leaf green eyes flashed with anger as they snapped back to her attacker. He stared at her evilly while he stood in the middle of the scantily furnished room of the cottage.
"Filthy half-breed!" He snarled.
Tamia backed slowly away from the hulking bear of a man, her finely featured face creased from suppressed emotion. Tamia bit her lip. "think cool," she whispered to herself.
The man smiled a grin borne from blood lust while he reached for his long dirk.
"Now look, I'll get your mother's pretty trinket anyway... so if you be good maybe I'll make your death quick!" His smile chilled Tamia to her core.
He leapt across the room with a blood curdling cry. Tamia quickly ducked aside and slipped behind him. He span on his heel. An inhuman growl erupted from his lips and he lunged yet again.The metal of his dagger flashed in a wide arc straight for her heart. Tamia leapt back, her instincts taking over. They danced a brutal and deadly dance around the room, Tamia only one step ahead of a glittering cold-steel death by the brutally sharp dagger.
Eventually they came to a halt.
Staring at each other the hatred could be felt across the room. The attacker was breathing heavily, both from pain and weariness.
"Your mother defiled herself when she let you come into excistance from a filthy elf!" He spat, his eyes to points of rage. "And now I'll take her pretty charm and you'll both die because of it!"
Tamia snapped. All the fury that had been pent up was unleashed at once as a blast of power. Windows cracked. Cobblestones were thrown against walls. A knife was thrown across the room and quivered, embedded in the soft wood wall. The flash left imprints of the man's shocked face to be forever imprinted her mind.
The man was tossed like a rag doll against the hearth, unconscious.
'What have I done? she moaned.
Tamia felt all of her energy being sucked away. she swayed, nausea sweeping her in great waves.
She dropped in a dead faint.
