Decapitate

“Hold on, there. It still ain’t over yet. . .” Duncan groaned from the floor.
Copious amounts of dark red blood gushing from his wound, he dragged
himself toward D. The sword the little man held in his right hand was proof
enough he hadn’t given up the fight yet.

D advanced smoothly. Not toward Harold, but rather toward Duncan.
Though his foe could do no more than crawl, the Hunter’s cruel blade came
down at an angle, decapitating not only Duncan, but his black panther as
well. Without a moment’s delay, D leapt into the air and thrust his gorestained blade right through Harold’s
chest. As the huge man dropped helplessly, the Hunter lopped off his head.
The geysers of blood didn’t erupt from the wounds until a second after D
landed again.


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