Eighty eight

Xena recrudesced at the king's chamber for the fifth time. As usual, she met a guard at the entrance, but this time around she met Evans with the other guard that had been preventing her from going into the king's chamber.

“Good evening, your High….”

“Where have you been to, that you keep this thing here?, telling me gibberish since” Xena cuts in angrily before Evans could finish with his greetings.

Still, she didn't allow Evans to reply. Rather, she continued on her track, wanting to push her way into the king's chamber, but a long barricade settled before she could place her hand on the door.

“How dare you block my way again?” Xena raised her hand and struck the other guard's cheeks. She winced in pain as her hand landed on the guard's face, she felt like she hit an iron.

She raised her head and peeked at the guard, wondering if his body was made of iron, she hissed and blew air on her palm, softening the hit ensuing from her hand palms.

“Are you made of iron?” She snapped at t