The Fight’s Over

Davien stood, laced with arrows and soaked in blood—some his, but most wasn't. Only Arnold and the archer were left, but Davien wasn't worried, there was no reason to be. From this distance, he was sure he wouldn't miss, and so was the archer.

He tossed the ax, spinning it. The poor archer tried to get out of the way, but there was no outrunning it. The ax took off his head, and both fell to the ground, but the archer's body kept running for a short while before tripping over his own head and collapsing.

He grinned, blood showing on his teeth. He had ripped off a huge chunk from the neck of one of the men before striking him down. He met eyes with Arnold, and the king paled and tried to flee.

Davien scrunched up his nose and looked up to the ceiling, then turned to Cerberus, who looked ready to go. "Get him!"