Kalibra shook her head. “First I had a baby-sitter, now I am a baby-sitter. This is not how I had envisioned this trip.” She mused. Atheria and Simon had immediately assumed the position of respect with their foreheads to the floor as soon as the door opened and the Warrior Queen entered their suite. By her command, they stood before her. “So, you two are the slave dancers. I’ve never had much use for slaves, they don’t fight with passion.” Kalibra slowly walked around the pair. “In my mother’s realm it was a privilege to serve in her court and there were intense competitions to win such a treasured position. Slaves were neither needed or desired.” Kalibra walked a few paces away then turned, drew her belt knife and lunged at Atheria. “Move or die!” She yelled. Atheria and Simon reacted instantly. Atheria’s back flip was flawless as she landed six feet from where she had been. Simon ducked and rolled forward to get behind Kalibra with his arm around her neck and a firm grasp on the wrist of her knife hand.
