The sudden gust of wind caught Zayden off guard, sending him stumbling backwards as he struggled to maintain his balance.
The dagger slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor as he regained his footing.
Zayden's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed intently on Damien as he tried to process the situation. It felt strange to him; he felt almost protective of Damien.
A flicker of anger danced across Zayden's face as he took a step forward, his eyes blazing.
Damien, still lying on the floor, looked up at Zayden with a mixture of fear and confusion. His eyes darted back and forth between Zayden and the spot where the dagger had fallen. He could hardly believe he was still alive, knowing Zayden's character.
Determined to attack Damien, Zayden bent to pick up the dagger from the floor, but it shook in his hand and fell again.
"Show yourself," he howled, his eyes fixed on Damien.