Hundred and seventy-one

Sandro growled loudly, slamming into an undead, grabbing it by the neck, and snapping it completely. He leaped onto another, heading for Arabella, who seemed momentarily stunned, and tore out its heart.

"Would you stare all day or get down to business?" Sandro snapped.

"Sorry!" Arabella squealed, patting the jeans she wore and fumbling for her knife. Blaze had given her this small knife back at the Phoenix cave, an alternative to using her powers in a fight.

She had rarely used it since Alessia, as battling Alessia with a knife could have been risky.

"Astralys!" Arabella snarled, deflecting an attack and driving her blade into an undead jugular. It sizzled, and he screeched, vibrating nonstop. Arabella eyed the knife; it had never sizzled before. It was strange that it was happening now.

"That is a silver blade coated with wolfsbane," Sandro commented, eyeing her.

"Blaze gave it to you, I presume," he added dryly.

Blaze never explained the knife's usefulness; he only told her never t