Cut on the cheek

Passing within a hair’s breadth of my left eye, the tip of his sword cut my cheek to the bone.

I staggered back, my cheek burning, feeling the blood run down my face and onto my neck. Lukrasta was smiling at me arrogantly, standing up to his knees in the fast- flowing stream. It had been a trick. He had been waiting for me to overextend myself.

B13 C33