He was gasping for breath now, bleeding profusely from his left side. So close... so ruttin' close. A few dozen more fulms, and he would have been through. Would have gotten to her. Would have given her the salute and the loyalty she deserved, and taken his own life.Â
But for this gods-damned man.Â
Warren Castille followed him up the royal promenade, eyes locked squarely on his opponent. He swung for the fences, bringing the flat edge of the blade to bear in the direction of Melkire's head.
The man threw his patas up in a desperate attempt to catch the blade, or at the very least to parry... but the strength, momentum, and justice in Warren's swing proved true: the flat caught Osric over the head and sent him sprawling across the hall into the stone railing.
The darkness came for him, and he welcomed oblivion.
But for this gods-damned man.Â
Warren Castille followed him up the royal promenade, eyes locked squarely on his opponent. He swung for the fences, bringing the flat edge of the blade to bear in the direction of Melkire's head.
The man threw his patas up in a desperate attempt to catch the blade, or at the very least to parry... but the strength, momentum, and justice in Warren's swing proved true: the flat caught Osric over the head and sent him sprawling across the hall into the stone railing.
The darkness came for him, and he welcomed oblivion.
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