Chting! Frrrip. Thud…
… Ranon's face had instantly paled. His fury was gone. His anger vanished. Doubt riddled Ranon's face as he stared down at his feet. Then at his first rapier. He noted the painful sting of the muscles in his hand, struggling to grip the hilt. Then at his second rapier. It was laying on the ground. Blood spurted out from his severed wrist as his disembodied hand clung to the rapier tighter than ever.
Finally, Ranon looked to his left.
Hurman stood there, one step passed the fallen hand and sword.
