He was happy that his men shot down Victor and he wished that his dear cousin was dead. fury seethed through Marcel at the sound of that bastard's laughter. Although Victor was not yet dead, his case was critical and there was a high chance he would not make it through the night. And that fear alone made Marcel harden his heart. His jaw was clenched and his teeth ground together.
The bastard said to him after he was done with his laughing fit, "You might have won this round, but you lost someone close to you. At least I managed to land a scratch on you." He mocked him.
