"Damn it — how could I forget something this important—"
Lukas caught himself mid-stride, nearly hurling Kaiser's severed head into the undergrowth. Tommy was still occupying his vision space. As long as that was true, extracting any skill from the head was impossible.
He tightened his grip.
He had already killed Kaiser. The Von Maximus family would come for him regardless of what he did with the remains — that door had been kicked off its hinges the moment the head left the body. He might as well use what he had. The Von Maximus bloodline ability had been eating at the back of his mind since the moment he understood what it was — a lineage that made the path of the sword feel natural, intuitive, inevitable. Something that might be exactly what he needed to push through to the advanced stage and touch grandmaster level.
He wasn't going to throw that away over irritation.
