5 Minutes Later. "That's the last of them." Khal had took out all eight of Ragan's remaining allies, stacking their bodies up on each other.
Ragan sat behind the bodies, his face blank, of any emotion, tears and blood dried on his face, drool running from his mouth, both of his hands severed, his mana covering his wounds stopping the bleeding.
Khal slowly walked up behind him, holding his spear in one hand.
"If you had just stayed quiet you maybe you would have died with at least one of your hands still attached to you… But I guess it doesn't matter anyway."
He raised his hand above Ragan's head, using his fingers to shape it like a blade. He stood for a moment just watching the top of his head.
"I hope you don't think you deserved this, because trust me… You do." As he was about to bring his down, Khal stopped his movement, feeling a presence heading towards him.
Someone's coming… And there insanely fast.
FWOOSH!
