Faith's plan

"Who do you suggest to go through this transformation?" The noble cut in.

She looked at me, and my teeth gritted.

"Don't even," I started to protest.

"My swordsman here," Faith cut me off, "He's well versed in pain. He shouldn't lose himself to the transformation."

My hand clenched on the hilt of my sword as I turned away, and looked up at the defenses as they were starting to fail one by one. She was right. It was our only shot at surviving this bullshit situation. Maybe I should have left her to die after all. Now I was here, and suffering was my only shot at surviving this.

"You think this common sell sword can handle being transformed?" The noble scoffed at the thought.

My blade was inches from his throat in the time that it took him to blink. Neither of his guards had any time to react either.

"There's nothing common about me," I snapped, "Don't." I glanced towards the two guards one then the other, "If I wanted to kill him he'd be dead already."

I drew my blade away slowly, and dropped it to my side. I inhaled slowly, and sheathed my blade as I exhaled.

"Make your choice," I looked at Faith, "And make it quickly. If you don't hurry you won't have time to complete the spell."

I didn't want to agree with this plan of hers, but it was our best shot. The hall was mostly cleared out now. There were just the archers, and several soldiers who looked like they were ready to fight. The inexperienced way they moved gave away that they'd never been in a real battle. I stepped away from Faith, and the noble as they continued talking.

It wouldn't be long now. Until they made a decision. The noise of the battle was too much for me to hear her footsteps, but I knew the feeling of her hand on my shoulder.

"Is everything ready?" My voice was just loud enough for her to hear.

"Yes," Faith whispered in my ear.

"Use a silver," I turned to look at her, "A copper won't last long enough."