The man had dropped his sword, both of his hands had clasped his neck, blood flowing from everywhere. He couldn't stop the bleeding. His hands were overflowing with the viscous red blood. Over the ringing of the in his ears, Kurt could hear the gurgles and muffled scream. The man is still desperately trying to stop his neck from bleeding somehow.
Kurt had never killed a man, never watched one die in front of him. He never imagined he would see something so gruesome in front of him. He forgot where he was, and could do anything but watch the dying man struggle to breath, struggle to stand, convulsing. He couldn't blink, turn away. Time started to slowly stand still.
The man's gargled sounds would haunt nightmares, the look in his eyes, the fear. Kurt was now a killer, this man was all but dead in front of him. Just before the man finally fell limp to the ground, Kurt was knocked to the side by something.
