Dustin snapped out of his thoughts and focus on sharpening the dagger. The sound of plunk plunk drew his attention. The green blade and the sharpening stone fell from his hands. Going in slow motion to the floor than bounced up and landed a few inches away. For a moment he just stared in shock then his eyes went wide. He suddenly scooted back rapidly and grabbed up the dagger on his left and right. His knees bent up as he held the crimson and black daggers. His hands held the dagger of fire and the dagger of holy. His beautiful dark eyes filled with fear and he held them at an angle to easily stab if cornered. His back pressed into the wall and his heart began racing. What the hell was the crazy man talking about? More shit to make him black and blue. He made a face but it was quickly replaced with fear. He wasn't shit but at least it was the least demeaning thing he had ever been called. His body shook ever so slightly. He shook his head. This was not happening. When had he gotten back?