Zzzz-CHRRIP!
Kardon's worst nightmare had been fulfilled.
In the same moment Kardon had forcefully moved his body, the tip of the electrified sword turned. The sword never lost its target. Its flight path was adjusted on the fly and was completely undeterred by the impulsive dodge of the crippled elder.
While Kardon's final cry for fate's mercy rang out, seeking hope, the sword skewered the elder through the back.
The last thing Kardon's eyes saw was a single dot of dark blue veita on his chest, reunited with the dark blue flecks on the tip of the skewering sword. It had been resting atop one of the armor plates of the battle robe, directly over his heart.
Kardon didn't even have the chance to scream again as he watched the flying blade run him through and perfectly thrust through that dark blue dot from behind.
