The soldier kept the grin on his face, walking towards Cecilia with the patience of someone who had already won.
Cecilia's eyes moved fast, trying to find something she could use in the corridor, but her search turned up nothing.
All she could see was the stone wall behind her, which the soldier had raised, cutting off the room she'd been heading for.
She looked up to see the distance between them closing with each step he took.
"Nowhere to run now." He said.
Cecilia's eyes narrowed and she raced forward, shifting her weight to the left. The soldier adjusted, stepping towards her left side, his one good eye tracking the movement.
Then she spun to the right.
His hands snapped forward, fingers closing around the space where her shoulder had been a fraction of a second earlier, but he missed.
His depth perception was gone, the bleeding eye throwing off his judgment just enough for Cecilia to slip away.
She ran past him, then heard him snarl and heard the curse that followed.
