Knife throw

Then, all at once, I heard a strange sound: the clatter of a blade. I glanced back in astonishment.

The Shaiksa had dropped his dagger onto the flags and was staring at me, an expression of bemusement on his face. A rivulet of red blood was running down the front of his armour, and I saw that a small dagger was buried up to the hilt in his throat. That hilt was a vivid green; it glittered like the dew upon dawn grass. As I stared open-mouthed, the rivulet became a river, splattering down onto the flags, and the assassin collapsed onto his knees and began to choke.

Out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed a movement. It was less than a shadow; nothing more than a subtle change in the light. But the next moment someone was standing by the table, obscuring my view of Lenklewth.

As I gazed at the apparition, it turned swiftly and purposefully.

I saw that it was a girl. Her hair was gathered up on top of her head, which accentuated her high cheekbones; her dress, which came down almost to her ankles, was the dark green of December holly.

She was holding the Starblade.

It was Alice.

Starblade Book 2 Chapter 14