"Shit," Royce runs towards the two of them, a silver ballistic knife falling out of his sleeve into his hand.
He stabs anyone standing on his way, his eyes focused on Alaric who doesn't see him coming.
He surged forward with light steps, grabbing Alaric by the hair and pulling him backwards as he stabbed his sternum.
Alaric howled out in pain, grabbing Royce's blade to stop him from sliding the knife deeper into his chest.
"Royce, no!" Ryker yells, unable to get up as the effect of the mercury has paralyzed his entire body, his bleeding increasing rapidly.
Royce doesn't listen, he continues pushing the knife into the middle of Alaric's chest, his pulse pounding with anger. If only he could kill Alaric right now, half of his problems will be solved.
His father's worries will be relieved and they won't have to go to war for the Southern and Central lands.
The innocent citizens won't have to suffer under the heat of their greed.
