Dark blood kept flowing into Liora's lighter blood, and soon even small pieces of flesh could be seen mixing into the liquid, with a wet, slapping sound, falling to the ground in wet, heavy drops that spattered into the pooled blood.
Sevrak's body was literally inside a grinder, making his flesh shred like going through a blender, making everyone's faces watch in elation and satisfaction as ribbons of tissue and clots turned to pulp.
But there was one among them who wasn't yet satisfied.
Zephan sprang up from where he had been crouching, and his body vanished for a moment, then appeared beside the pooled blood on the ground, the sudden displacement stirring the hot and smelly air.
"I'm not leaving this to chance," he muttered as a long silver sword appeared in his hand, its polished edge catching the faint light coming from the flames back.
