C:~ ... At that moment, something inside him snapped completely. Lovelace glared at me with a wild look in his eyes before lunging at me. I was stunned and hesitated for a second, which allowed him to knock me onto my back and hang over me. Even though heβd caught me off guard, I didnβt let go of my ranseur, turning it horizontally and creating a small gap between his snapping jaw and my neck. His fangs slid along the cold metal, but he didnβt stop pressing against it. After about half a minute of this pointless struggle, I felt something wet on my cheek β something I've mistaken for a blood was actually tears. Lovelace was crying. It was the first time in my life that Iβd been truly afraid. Not for my own life, but for his. I was afraid Iβd have no choice but to end it here. - Volume 6, page 168 of Β«Autobiography of Tsarevna: Zalgoid's only guide to troll history and cultureΒ».<