The old man writhed on the ground, his grotesque face contorting in a way that was almost comical. His swollen features, scrunched with both pain and fury, were enough to make Flavia let out a chuckle.
His knights, however, were a different matter. They just stood there, watching me with unmoving silence. Even through their helmets, I could tell they were in shock. If their faces were bare, I had no doubt their mouths would be hanging open.
The old man, shaking with rage, pointed a trembling, bony finger at me, his forehead deeply creased with fury.
"You… you despicable mongrel!" he spat, his voice quivering with indignation. "You won't have a painless end! I swear it!"
I widened my grin at his pathetic attempt at intimidation, causing the already stunned spectators to flinch. I must have looked downright demonic.
"Oh?" I mused, tilting my head mockingly. "I'd love to see you try."
