Standing dumbfounded looking at the closed door I was rudely interrupted by a hard knock to the back of my head. "What.…?"
Half turning I reached back to feel the back of my head as I saw an apple rolling away along the floor. Looking up towards Krista I had only enough time to duck as a glass container holding some jelly like substance smashed against the door post where I had been only moments before. The room was wreathed chokingly in the perfumed fragrance of the substance now oozing down the doorpost.
Sebastian heard the clatter of glass breaking against the door and a brief smile touched his lips. Melancholy soon returned however when he stepped back into the bright world of the ballroom, which was still in full swing. He quickly located his contact messenger and closed in on her. Once more back into the fray perhaps for the last time.
The familiar thrill of danger once more coursed through his old tired bones and Sebastian welcomed it. This might be his last battle, but it would be his greatest achievement yet, for God and country.
I managed to keep ducking most of the objects being thrown at me, as I tried to work my way through the litter of fallen projectiles to Krista. A knife whizzed past my nose by mere inches. That was it! I lunged for her.
A potted plant smashed off my shoulder in route which, in my angered rush I didn't even consider the pain of its impact. I ducked around a roundhouse punch aimed at my head and stepped behind her wrapping an arm around to restrain her arms. She struggled violently in my hold and sank her teeth into my forearm. I jerked my arm away and in the process spun her around. I quickly grabbed and yanked both her arms behind her back and held them in one hand tightly secure.
She seemed even more incensed at her new found captivity and lunged for my throat with her bared pearly white teeth. My right hand shot out and buried itself in the fiery tangle of the curls of her hair. I stopped her heads advance towards my throat as my grip on her hair tightened. She gave a frustrated grunt, when her head was brought up short from its intended target.
I found myself mesmerized by the ferocity of her defiance, which is why I didn't see the knee headed for my groin. Thankfully her knee was slightly off target, but it was still painful none the less. I grunted painfully and almost lost control of her hands, which would have probably been fatal for me. I gritted my teeth and pulled her close with my left arm until her stomach was pressed tight to me and she had no room to squirm, much less, knee me in the groin again.