The determination had been made even through the pain. Until now, the attacks received by Orland were nothing more than him seeking a way to avoid what his mind knew was the sole answer… and so he did not fail as expressed.
His skill surpassed his child's by much greater strength and speed… hence… his sword piercing his son's heart easily managed to take his life in two swift slashes.
The weight of his child closed the distance, yet the sword stood still in between them as force left Paul's chest.
Orland suppressed his own breathing every time he needed to resume it. His body wouldn't move, for as soon as he did… nothing but the death of his child would be right in front of his eyes, in his arms and hands reach. Nonetheless… the final gasp for air came to let the father fall to his knees and with his fall also came his son's.
"Khwuh…"
