Scylles moved anyway. He grabbed the sword and turned in one motion, swinging toward the nearest soldier. The blade struck against a raised shield, pushing the soldier back. Another soldier stepped in immediately and drove his sword forward; the point of his blade pierced Scylles' shoulder, severing the whole hand. Pain shot through his whole body immediately. Blood splashed the walls and sprayed the soldiers' faces.
Scylles let out a sharp cry, his eyes filled with terror as he saw his hand on the floor. The maid screamed as she backed away quickly, pressing herself against the wall, shaking.
"I warned you." Vornak moved towards where Scylles knelt, writhing in agony.
"Bastard! Damn the royal household!" Scylles cried.
Vornak raised his sword, and in a swift move, he slit Scylles' throat, ripping off his head. Blood oozed out even more. His body fell forward, hitting the floor with a heavy thud.
