Purple Fly
It was a dagger, a purple dagger. It had designs and symbols on it. The dagger was flying in front of Oden. It was so close that Oden was able to see the dagger properly. It was definitely attractive, he was scared seeing a weapon flying in front of him. It was like the weapon was deciding whether to kill or not. Oden had no idea what he should do. The purple dagger was still for a second. It turned and pointed the blade towards Oden. Oden was blank at this moment.
Oden saw, in front of his eye. The dagger pointed to his chest, it was going to pierce his chest in a second or two. There was nothing Oden could do. No time left to think. The dagger dashed towards his chest.