Marcello fell to the ground spitting blood on the floor. His sword fell to the ground clanking against the marble floor. Marcello looked up at Nicol still holding onto his sword, his eyes glowing. He was in a trance, not himself; all he saw was Nicole as his prey. He raised his sword above his head and paused , staring at Marcello.
"DO it" Marcello spat smiling up at his brother. HE didn't have any way to shield himself and he was too weak to defend. HE was provoking his brother. Why? He wasn't sure himself. He didn't break eye contact with his brother. If he really was going to die right now at least he'll know there was nothing he could have done to get his brother back.
