118 Gavadiol Settles Matters with Prima

An archer? Gavadiol whipped out his dagger and jumped in before the archer could have time to reload. He jumped upon his assailant even as the fellow was stretching his bow again. The dark-haired king barely managed to knock the bow away before the arrows went off. They thudded harmlessly into a tree trunk nearby. He took a quick look at his attacker. The fellow was dressed in black from head to toe but he recognised that build. “Prima?” But there was no time to talk for Prima too suddenly had a knife in her hand and throwing him off with surprising agility, came in swinging. From nowhere, a wave of pity suddenly washed over the king. “Prima, stop!” He dodged her swipes easily. She wasn't bad with the knife but it was clear that the bow and arrow was her primary weapon. “Prima, I am giving you a chance that you don't deserve! Stop what you're doing!” “Never!” The woman yelled. “Never, you murderer! I'll avenge my poor father or die trying!” “Don't be silly,” he said as he