Mr. Drake allowed me to attack first. I put forward the dagger to strike, rather he just grabbed my hand and bent it behind my back. He kicked off the dagger and fell on the ground.

"Too slow," he laughed and pushed me off.

"Really,?". I said back, as I slowly get angered by his constant giggling at me, Drake again retreats back, he pulls his two hand apart as if he wanted to hug, I look at him, after taking a glance at the dagger tight in front of me; before I could bent over to get a hold of my dagger, Mr Drake, grabbed my hand again ,...