Anansi fell to the ground, one hand twitching on the ground and his legs cut underneath him.
Xaen stood to the side, breathing hard, but she had a grin on her lips. "Well, it wasn't all bad. I thought that weapon is going to kill me. Where did you get it? I like it for myself."
Her face shone with unmasked greed, and she took a step towards Anansi, her eyes on the weapon.
Severin didn't make any moves from his place and merely watched. He didn't trust Anansi, the shadow Lord's shadow inside him is simply too sly.
And as if it was proving him right, thin shadows connected from his cut hand and drilled into the stump, and at the same time, those at the legs did the same.
The scythe whipped up, missing Xaen's head by inches as the woman drew back, flinching and glaring. "As expected of you, shadow Lord, you are like cockroach."
