Chapter 38: Bloody teeth
When Riven had rushed Spartacus, he had worked to put the necklace around his neck, but the warrior had shaken him off, which made the necklace get stuck in his hand.
"What’s this for? Some charm of sorcery? I will put this around the General’s head after I cut it off."
As if the space that had been holding the battlefield off from reality finally broke, sound rushed back in. Roars and screams rent the air. The sound of metal on metal and of men dying filled the air.
Spartacus smiled, his face turning savage as the smell of the battlefield swooped down on him. He was about to walk past the clearing of dead bodies he had made earlier when he suddenly froze as a cold wind swept his surroundings.
Something in the air was wrong, and he frowned, looking around.
Suddenly, he felt heaviness in his left hand. He looked down sharply, and he was so stunned that all he could do was stare.
Right there, clinging to his hand like a monkey, was the man he had just killed. But naked! Riven gave him a dazed smile, and with his three limbs clinging to the hand, his sword was formed in his right hand.
Without waiting, he thrust his sword forward at his throat.
Spartacus had been surprised and stunned, but he had been fighting to the death for so long he couldn’t remember. His reaction speed was fast, and he raised his sword to counter.
But Riven wasn’t going to let his death be a waste. He could still remember how it felt to have his skull pressed and crushed. It was a horrible feeling.