King & Jack Vs Drake & Ben
Ben's lifeless body sprawled across the floor, a macabre scene painted with his own blood.
Drake, initially paralyzed with shock, stumbled backward, his hand instinctively reaching his face, his mind unable to comprehend the horror before him.
A twisted grin contorted Jack's face as he licked the blood off the knife he held, reveling in his gruesome triumph. Standing a few paces away, King, his usual composed demeanor shattered, managed to stammer, "G-good job, Jack!" His expression, though stunned, concealed an underlying fear.
But Jack's triumphant laughter was abruptly silenced by the swift, determined swoosh of Drake's fist.
The punch connected with Jack's face, sending him crashing to the ground, his features now obscured by a mask of blood and pain.
Drake's foot pressed down on Jack's shoulder, pinning him in place, while he drew his sword.