93 The Manticore 3

Jareth raised his arm and caught the ice sword by the hilt. "Wow, it is as heavy and swift like a real sword, just more sharper." He swung the sword, testing it's swiftness.

"It is forged from my magic and power, it should be able to cut its skin. Let's see who dies first, beast." Her eyes met with the beast's eyes as she said the last part.

"I'll make sure your death is a lot more painful than I had first planned," the Manticore said to Astrid.

"I'd love to see you try," she spat back. "Jareth, I hope you can use both?" Not giving him time to reply, she threw the second sword at him and he caught it easily with a smile. "Sure!"

The Manticore barred its teeth at her and turned its head to face his other target, Jareth. Not wasting any more time, it pounced on Jareth, ready to tear him apart.