Killian's body was dragged across the solid floor, tearing his cheek and beneath the eye, which gushed disgusting green blood. Thick and coagulated, nothing like fresh blood. He glared from the ground, cupping his ugly face.
"You foolish child, how dare you go against the Patriarch!"
"Spare me your bullshit, Alucard started this. I am just going to finish it."
Nikolai's words vibrated along the steel, his guttural werewolf's voice deep and devilish. The threat of Killian meant nothing to him because he would fight. No matter what he might face, he couldn't lose anymore.
"Hah....haha.....hahahahahaha!"
"Hm?"
Killian broke into hysterical laughter, his fingers clawing at the stone beneath him, cracking, tearing and breaking his flesh. As if entrance, he gouged and dug, the stone slowly eroding from the hissing blood that poured from his hands.
