Throne of Blood
My mentor gets his gun out first and shoots him in the forehead, killing him on the spot.
“Ah, pain in the arse.” Fire snatches the knife from the man’s throat. The victim grabs his neck, choking on his own blood, but to no avail. A few seconds later, he’s on the ground, drowning in a pool of crimson.
Fire uses the knife to cut the ropes. I spring to my feet and yank a gun from the bloodied man’s hand.
“Now, I got blood all over me.” He switches to his bored—and normal—English accent as he wipes his face with the back of his hand.
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