Prince Kayziel briefly lost consciousness from the overwhelming force exerted by Zedekiel. By the time he was conscious, Zedekiel already had his sword raised above his heart.
“This is the end, uncle.” Zedekiel declared with disdain and proceeded to stab him but Prince Kayziel quickly stopped the sword with his bare hands. He hissed in pain for the sharp edges cut his palm but he didn’t care for saving his own life was far more important.
“What the fuck are you waiting for?!!!!” He screamed at the soldiers who were injured but alive. “Kill him!!!! Kill him now!!!! Fucking kill him!!!”
The soldiers rushed over, swords in hand and began to repeatedly stab Zedekiel. Still, he remained standing, using the rest of his strength to try and impale his uncle’s heart.
Prince Kayziel was already freaking out. He didn’t want to die and more importantly, he didn’t want to die by his nephew’s hand who was not yet a full-fledged Elf. It was completely degrading.