(From Demetrius's Perspective)
I did not know what happened. I could only see my wife's hand moving faster than thunder and there was a clunk noise right beside my shoulder.
And when I realized what happened, I did not know how to react. My whole life, I was called the best fighter. I had been the mad wolf of the battlefield. Because of being to too many wars, my senses were very strong and I could move faster than anything. But perhaps I was proven wrong just now.
"What...," I mumbled as I looked around myself.
My wife was on the ground, looking on the other side of the floor with a horror stuck face. Her hand was over her mouth and a knife lay beside her.
"How did you..."
"I think... he is... d-dead," she mumbled. "Did... did I..."
