Decapitation
Editor: Efydatia
Kieran’s left hand had been stabbed.
Just as the tip of the sharp blade had approached his throat, he had extended his left hand to block the lethal blow.
Of course, he had not been able to block the iron sharp blade with his flesh, but he had slowed down the stab.
That was enough for him, as it had created a window for him to dodge the lethal blow and counterattack the masked man.
Kieran struggled hard to move his body and palm.
Ultimately, the blade pierced through his left palm and chafed his neck a little, landing a couple of inches deep inside the wall behind him.
The masked man panicked. He had never thought Kieran would use such a sacrificial way to avoid his attack.
The masked man instinctively wanted to move his blade to the side. Even though he had missed on his first try, Kieran’s neck was still just beside the blade. A small slash would achieve his goal easily.