Horace and his men circled Ada's camp like vultures, hiding in the darkness out of sight. His men had been waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and seeing the guards change shift, they knew it was now or never. Halfdan moved forward with his knife, reflecting the moonlight. Hearing the light footsteps behind him, the guard quickly spun, but before he could say anything, the blade pierced through his throat.
Shoving his stumped hand into his mouth, Halfdan pulled the knife out and repeatedly stabbed him in the stomach until the light was gone from his eyes. Dragging him into the darkness, he looked over to the others and raised his hand, signalling for them to tart approaching.
