Ristina narrowed her eyes.<span style="font-style: italic">What's going on here?</span>She had an odd feeling. Like coincedense never happens. Her eyes wandered around the room.<span style="font-style: italic">If the two faught ristina didn't have a chance in hell of makeing it out of there. </span>She placed one hand on her sword. She really didn't want to pull it out. Considering the concious struggle to stay herself.<span style="font-style: italic">But if it comes to it i'll at least defend myself. No reason to go down without a fight.</span>Her father is probably fumeing by now....<span style="font-style: italic">I hope dad doen't kill me.unless this was his idea. Which i highly doubt it.</span>