Elyon's eyes shined in a dangerous yellow light. Of course, this was the reason he came looking for the Baron in the first place. So he clutched his sword in hand and stepped closer to the Baron.
"You killed my daughter; you killed my wife; you took everything away from me. Why should only I suffer?"
Slash!
"Aaaargh! Noo…"
Slash!
"I… Hur… ghk!"
Elyon didn't swing the sword at the Baron but instead at the Baron's eldest son, who was part of the Crusade as well and one of the decision-makers on that ominous day.
Wanting to inflict maximum physical and mental pain, Elyon purposefully struck sloppily in places that wouldn't kill instantly. The first strike was on the left shoulder, and the second was on the right.
In a gory mess, the shoulder got cut but not completely. As the blood oozed out with giant open wounds and visible bones, the shoulders appeared hanging by just the little remaining pieces of flesh and muscles.
