Bruce persisted in his frenzied monologue, his diatribe flowing unchecked until his eyes suddenly widened in mid-rant, interrupted by the sensation of a warm, crimson liquid cascading down his neck in alarming rivulets.
He clutched at his throat in bewildered shock, his fingers encountering the slick torrent of his own blood erupting from a savagely severed carotid artery, the wound precise and fatal, pulsing with each frantic heartbeat.
"How... w-w?" Bruce managed to gurgle through the bubbling fluid, his voice a strangled whisper as he staggered, collapsing to the floor in the following moment, the vitality draining from his gaze like sand through an hourglass until only vacant stillness remained.
