Marix hesitated, his eyes widening as Briggs' blood splashed into the air.
"Go!" Nascor yelled.
Marix remained, staring as Briggs fell to the ground, clutching his wound.
"I SAID GO!" Nascor screamed as she shoved Marix towards the castle.
With one more glance towards Briggs, Marix booked it down the path.
Briggs stood up, his hand wrapped tightly around his arm as blood bubbled and leaked over it. He staggered for a moment, the pain nearly blinding him.
Nascor held his sword up, pointing at Briggs.
"I should've expected this from you." Briggs winced, his voice deep and strained as he tried to fight through his injury.
"Expect what? That I would defend the true King of Viraaz? That I would be so willing to fight you?" Nascor flicked his sword towards the side, sending splatters of Briggs' blood to the pavement below.
"That you wouldn't hesitate to cut me down for your General." Briggs smirked.
