Zarqa clenched her fists as Ali Baba stood up, wincing, yet determined to fight to the end.
The girl reached her hand out, grabbing the hem of his sleeve. " Maybe… We should ask for the Children of Sand's help…"
She hesitated to voice that thought out. She still could hear Hassan's screams echoing in her mind, and wasn't sure she wanted it to happen again.
Ali Baba didn't like the idea either. It was still his brother whom he was standing against.
But the more they crossed blades, the more certain he was that he couldn't handle him in that narrow space where he couldn't fight freely.
The possessed Qassim laughed out as he overheard their conversation. " If you want to use that same trick from before, it's useless." He rolled up his sleeve, revealing a tattoo of an eye etched with red ink on his forearm, one not unlike that which was engraved on Hassan's ring. " Unless you remove this whole arm altogether, there is no way you're going to throw me to those Jinns."
