I don't own Night at the Museum

Washington D.C, 2009 A.D.

The moment that he turned his back on her, Neferet reached to her robes and her hand made contact with the end of her dagger. Her teeth gritted against each other and her eyes furrowed with anger upon what Kahmunrah had just said to her. Things wouldn't have turned out the way they did if he hadn't poisoned her mind with those lies that he had said. However, it was her mistake that she believed what he had said to her and she couldn't believe how gullible she had been. Anger surged through her veins as her grip become tight on her dagger and before she knew it, she held the dagger in the air and ran towards Kahmunrah ready to stab him in the back.

He stopped walking when he heard her footsteps running towards him. Keeping a calm composure, he took a deep breath and immediately turned around and grabbed her wrist. Neferet looked up at her arm hanging in midair as she tried with all her strength to bring the tip of the dagger upon his shoulder. Her eyes then fell onto the man before her as his grip tightened her wrist causing her to squirm in pain. He shook his head as he continued to stare at her and his lips tilted into another smirk. "Haven't you learned it's not wise to attack when someone's back is turned?" he twisted her wrist and the dagger fell from her grip and clattered onto the floor.

She hissed through her teeth from the pain and tried to break free but to no avail.

"I can easily break this," Kahmunrah said as he gave her wrist another twist.

"Let go!" she demanded.

"Allow me to think about that," he said as his eyes traveled to the ceiling as if the answer was going to be there for him, "how about no?"

She moved herself forward ready to give him a kick on the knee or step on his foot but he was just too fast for her. "Careful now cobra," he said to her, "don't wear yourself out." He swung her arm to the side causing her to lose her balance and fall to the floors. Her wrist was in a lot of pain and she rubbed it with the other hand, trying to soothe it as much as she could. Even the training that she had learned during those ancient times she could tell that she was a below par than she had been before.

"Consider yourself lucky," she heard Kahmunrah, "that was me going easy on you."

A small scoff escaped her lips before rising to her feet. "Kahmunrah going easy on people? So much for being the bloodthirsty pharaoh you held yourself to be."

That bemused smiled that he held faltered when she said those words. Bloodthirsty he was during that small reign that he had after the death of his brother and he knew that people had feared him. However, there was one person that hadn't and she was standing right before him. Whether it was because of their temporary link or that she was foolish enough to be brave, he did not know. "Perhaps you might want a different demonstration," Kahmunrah said as he took a step forward causing her to take a step back. He took notice of that reaction, "I thought so."

Neferet raised her chin slightly in the air and looked at him. "Thought so...what?" she challenged him. "You haven't done anything yet."

He looked over to the side of the shelves and noticed a sickle-like familiar weapon that he had trained and fought with. Looks like they hadn't discarded of this weapon yet and for that he was going to use it to his full advantage. His grip tightened on the handle of the weapon and slid it away from the shelf. "Then grab that dagger of yours," he said to her.

Neferet's eyes widened at that unexpected challenged.

"Hurry now cobra," he said to her, "I may just strike before you!" he exclaimed and ran towards her with the khopesh held high in the air.