That was my plan.

Blood and vomit projectile launched itself out of my mouth. I made sure to aim for Scar’s face. His cry of surprise was exactly what I wanted – what I needed to hear. I lunged forward and, in spite of the agony in my chest and abdomen, struck out to slash at him. The first sword was dodged, but the second struck home and left a long cut right down his chest.

It wasn’t very deep, but it made him leap backwards to avoid my follow-up attack.