With his face on the cold canvas of the stage and a sword protruding on his back, Kiko was lying on a pool of blood with his hazy eyes looking somewhat exhausted.
He wondered how everything transpired in a weird turn of events.
Kiko was confused, couldn't understand, and could not believe what had just happened.
In these seconds, his vision started to blur. Blood continued dripping out of his mouth and of the wound where the sword was still piercing.
His consciousness was fading. But before his consciousness faded away, he looked up at Yman's face. The guy had bruises on his face.
Oddly though, the bruises on him weren't as severe as he knew they were.
Kiko remembered Yman's face was in a more gore state than this after he repeatedly beat him just a moment ago. It was a satisfying feeling. But how come it seems like a dream only.
What the hell? The bastard was barely moving a second ago. Yet!
