[Espy]

Why you... Espy ran over to the man, holding one hand up while the impudent voice in her head screamed at her to kill the arrogant man, with all his politeness and mannered-ness and holier-than-thou-ness... How she hated these types, and yet maybe she had some fault in this, too.

She shoved him backwards and the blade descended, although not where she had intended. It sliced open the black leather of his boots, where Espy reluctantly dripped a silvery healing potion, the only vial she had on hand, to staunch to frightening flow of blood, then backed up a few paces to see the result.