Titania’s POV
As he turns around, I swing the bat on instinct, driven by a surge of adrenaline pushing my muscles. But much to my disappointment, he catches it, his grip unwavering and strong. I let out a frustrated and surprised curse under my breath. In that instant, I let go of the bat, my mind racing.
With a strong resolve, I pivot towards the kitchen and grab the frying pan. A spark of recognition ignites within me – memories of life lessons from Disney that emphasized the usefulness of everyday kitchen items as weapons. I move silently and deliberately as I retrace my steps, approaching the doorway. He’s standing there, his attention scattered and his guard down. I throw the pan through the air, hitting him square in the face. He lets out a pained groan, his wince intensified by a
