Jenn whipped out a dagger, but he knocked it away.
The top opened of its own volition, revealing an aged stone dagger with dulled edges and a chipped stone hilt.
The blade of the dagger snapped in two.
She slammed her elbow into his face, grunting as his dagger sliced through her shoulder.
He buried a dagger in the gullet of the remaining man and darted forward.
She grimaced and took them. Gabriel peeled off his heavy jacket as she chewed and watched him. His hands absently traveled over all the places on his body where weapons were hidden and he pulled free a dagger with a jagged edge.
She pulled out a rusted dagger and the best pair of boots she had.
He tucked the dagger into his belt and shoved Rhyn out of his way as he exited the closet.
The dagger jammed it open, and the guardsman reached up to snatch it.
She hid the dagger in a pocket and watched.
With effort, she forced herself up and threw a dagger in the direction of the Other.
She looked at the stone dagger and then at the fountain uneasily.
So why the cloak and dagger stuff?
She rushed forward, screaming when Talon's dagger fell twice, thrice, five times.
I could see, absolutely see, the dagger and Lady Macbeth's little white hand--the dreadful stain was as real to me as to the grief-stricken queen.
Daniel galloped up silently, holding a naked dagger in his left hand and thrashing the laboring sides of his chestnut horse with his whip as if it were a flail.
Sheathing his dagger, he issued a sharp order to the girl.
The flash of metal drew her attention, and she raised her eyes as he trailed the dagger down his forearm.
Gabriel stopped and looked at him, taking in the dagger at his belt.
She held it with two hands and retreated to the fountain, unable to shake the instinct that said the dagger on the fountain was the same.
She eluded one man and slashed at another with a dagger before sprinting toward the field.
All this cloak and dagger thinking wasn't accomplishing anything.
He withdrew a dagger he.d purposely buried there, never intending to follow in the footsteps of Andre.s enforcer role.
If you must take your life, place your dagger as such and fall upon it.
He was getting tired of all this cloak-and dagger nonsense.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity lost in his fury, a dagger sliced his forearm.
Rhyn stood over him, his hand ready to grab the dagger at his belt and plunge it into the traitor.s neck.
Her hands shook as she gripped the heavy stone dagger, and she leaned against the fountain.
Suddenly, Hannah stopped. Kris barreled towards her. He glimpsed movement before he burst into the small clearing. It wasn't until he leapt over the final hurdle – a massive fallen tree – did he see what stopped her. One moment she stood with her back to him. The next, she was on the ground, Rhyn's dagger dripping with blood.
She gripped the blade of the dagger the man on top of her tried to shove through her throat.
He took a second dagger and jammed it into the lock of her fetters, twisting with a meaty hand.
Sami pulled her hands free and tossed both dagger and bonds, doing the same with the bonds around her ankles.
"If…" He gazed down at her and placed a dagger against his chest.
Her hand closed around the hilt of a dagger as she reached the center of the arena.
It must remain pure, it must - - She spoke fast but faltered as he raised the dagger to her forearm.
She knelt and pushed clothes and trunks out of the way to reveal a dagger wrapped in linen, several bladders, and a barrel the height of her knee.
"Lieutenant, he has a dagger," were the first words Pierre understood.
Rhyn.s gaze fell to the dagger Andre had carried.
He withdrew the sheathed dagger and tossed it to Rhyn.
When nothing else happened, she retrieved the dagger and replaced it.
He turned, and she stopped. With the tip of one dagger, he tugged a necklace free from the shirt hiding it. On it was two small green gems.
He tucked another dagger into her pocket.
He withdrew a dagger and sliced it free of his neck then tossed it to her.
She caught it. He rifled through his bag and prepared a dagger to sharpen.
Andre's eyes fell to her body. Katie pointed to the dagger, and Andre shook his head. She indicated the satchel next. He nodded. She frowned and pulled out the contents: food and water cubes, holding them up for him.
Katie nodded and sawed at the root, dripped more blood, then sawed again. She forced herself to continue even as she grew tired. Sticky blood covered the hilt of the dagger, her pants, the root, Deidre's shoe and pants leg. Katie kept on, uncertain what might happen if she stopped for a break.
Rhyn looked up, and Kris charged him. He knocked Rhyn to the ground, wrestling the dagger free, and lashed out.
Instinct and fury blinded him. He felt the dagger sink into flesh and struck again, only to find himself flying backwards through the air. Rhyn shouted something at him, but Kris couldn't hear him, not with the memory of both Lilith and Hannah dying.
Rhyn rose and flipped the dagger he held in the air, catching it effortlessly.
Rhyn responded by pulling a dagger from the small of his back and tossing it.
Gabe and a few other assassins in black fought off hordes of demons. Surprised, Rhyn launched into the melee with his dagger. He slashed through several demons before the creatures realized he was there. Wanting to keep them off balance, he morphed into his demon form and shredded the creatures with talons and fangs as deadly as theirs.
She chopped at his hand with one dagger, slamming the sword into the ground as she whirled and slashed his neck with her other hand.
She whirled again, this time slamming the dagger into the opening between the door and frame, just above a hinge, to keep it from closing.
He launched to his feet again, this time flinging a dagger at the Other nearest him.
She stumbled away from a guardsman's blow that knocked her remaining dagger from her hand and landed hard.
One of the guards studied a barbed dagger before placing all his weapons in a small sack.
"Take this," he ordered, and pushed a dagger into her hand.
He drew a dagger and slashed their arms free.
Do you want a taste of this?... said the huntsman, pointing to his dagger and probably imagining himself still speaking to his foe.
The pistol, dagger, and peasant coat were ready.
The ancient dagger was heavy and cold in Rhyn's hands.
He wiped the bloodied dagger on the ground.