Yannick had a eerily wide smile on his face as the huge gash that had almost torn his hand off pulsed lightly, blood seeping out of it.
"Yannick, you're a monster!" Light said, "I thought I killed you!"
"Come closer…" Yannick gestured with his flu injured arm, beckoning on Light to come closer so he could whisper something in his ear. "You are the best I have ever faced, thank you for such a thrilling battle—I can finally rest now."
With that said, Yannick closed his eyes and leaned backwards on the ground, his breathing ceased for a moment. This was a sight that had brought tears to Light's eyes, he could not believe that he had killed his own brother.
"Yannick! Yannick! Don't you fucking die on me!" Light screamed as he pushed Yannick lightly, then hitting his chest hard.
"Ouch! I'm not fucking dying idiot! I'm just resting, you can take your reward now." Yannick winced as he scolded his brother, even in an injured and battered state, he was still scary.
