His blade found its mark as it sank into the lycan’s heart, the blue eyes of Arsenio meeting the icy cold of Emil’s. Already, a trickle of blood had begun to trail from the corner of the other man’s lip along with the blood that was seeping from the various wounds gained from their fight. Emil’s face was emotionless, apathetic, as the man slowly began to sink to the ground. He’d had to kill countless other threats because of his job before, so scum like this...
Emil leaned closer, his gaze never leaving the quickly dimming light of the other’s. So that the man would have a good look at who it was that was the cause of his death. And... “It would take an eternity to pay you back for what you did to her. But this,” and Emil shoved the sword deeper into his chest, eliciting a pained noise from Cipriana’s ex as he leaned even closer, eyes still steady, “this at least ensures that you will never darken her doorstep ever again, swine.” So that he would know why exactly he was dying. With another harsh jerk, the sword was pulled from the man’s chest and the other fell to the ground, dead. He looked down and examined the blood that now coated his sword. Hmph, good riddance.