Chapter 1920: Poison Fangs - Part 2
Tiberius could not help himself. His knife slashed out in rage. The final blow, across her neck, robbing her of life. Immediately, he realized his mistake, and he grew all the angrier for it. He stamped her fallen body with his boot, and hacked at her flesh with his blade.
"You," he turned to Blackwell now, and pointed that sword at him. "You will pay for her early departure."
"Do what you will," Blackwell said mildly. "You have already done all the damage that you can."
"We will see about that," Tiberius said, giving the nod to his men, and bringing Lord Blackwell to his knees. He walked around him a few times, menacing, enjoying his sadism, twisting his knife in his hand, before he picked his first spot, just at the top of Blackwell’s neck. He had the man removed from his armour then, to give him more flesh to work with, and more often than not, did that blade find its way around Blackwell’s guts. Lightly touching vital areas, but never piercing them enough to kill him too quickly.
Still, Blackwell remained himself. He did not show any more weakness than he had already. He grunted, but otherwise held his jaw fast. His gaze seemed focused more upon the sky than anything else.
Tiberius dared to ask a question of him, beginning to grow bored of the blood that pooled by his feet.
"Did you truly think you could best me?" He said.
"...You ought not exist," Blackwell replied.
Tiberius tittered at that. "Indeed. Indeed. I have been told that more than once. Yes, yes. It must come as a shock to you, I suppose?"
"But you are not the only one that ought not to," Blackwell said.