The coin did disappear, but the knife didn't. With a three inch blade, it wasn't exactly the most threatening weapon in the world, but Zhi handled it as if Melodia's name was carved into the metal. With a twist and a hop, she got her leg free of the crate, took two steps back and stumbled over the spilled contents of another crate, and wound up in a crouch. She was hissing out curses, and deaf to Melodia's reasoned words.
"They'll never take me," she said, "so call 'em off or I'm gone."
"They'll never take me," she said, "so call 'em off or I'm gone."
