Gin smiled as he could see the effect of the sword against her skin. It wasn’t much, but it would at least give him a slight chance of stopping her from doing something he wouldn’t like.
”I told you, I can’t play with you now. But If you do this for me, I promise I’ll stay here for as long as you wish.” Perhaps he wouldn’t be able to keep that promise to the fullest, but he was desperate for answers.
She pouted and arched her brow. “What? I can’t hear you! My skin is burning kinda from the bone….” she frowned lightly and let her eyes skim to his hands and then to his face. He didn’t look happy, not really. “Could you stop the glowstick for a sec? I can’t really think, it’s quite…uncomfortable…” she said, hissed and took the blade from his hands, not without a flinch and slammed the blade with both hands into the stone, smiling.
"Aaah…" she rubbed her burnt and raw flesh and flinched. "That’s better…I really hate those magic ones…but I’m sure this was not your only weapon. Ah, what was that now?" she moved her pinkie finger to her ear and lightly bored into it, then smiling. "Have I heard a wish? Oh! Well then…" she jumped up and landed gracefully onto the sword’s knob, grinning. "…tell me what you want…I will gladly fulfill if I’m able…if you keep your word that you stay”
He grunted as his sword was pulled out of his hands and he could hear the smith who had made the blade, cry as it was bashed against the hard surface of the cave floor.
”Alright then..” The general gritted his teeth and put his hands on his hips.
”I need you to get close to the nightmare king.”
It wasn’t just a small favour he asked. Gin wasn’t even sure if she’d actually take him seriously on this one.
So many men had died from the slithering claws of fearlings.. So many cities still lied in ruins from their merciless raids. He didn’t even have a plan B. It was all or nothing.