"Do you have any regrets?" Maverick asked the old man who was glaring viciously at him.
"My only regret is not urging your ancestors to kill you when you showed a rebellious trait years ago!" The old man yelled.
With one hand holding the man's jaw, the other held the dagger across his throat. Then he said, "Clearly, you don't know your priorities. I'll tell you what your regrets should be. Your regrets should be, ignoring Reuben when he decided to antagonize me." He slowly drove the dagger into the old man's throat.
Blood splattered onto his face but he was more concerned with the horrid look on the old man's face.
The other living ancestor stopped counting the beads and slowly opened his eyes to see the dead body of one of them.
The old man staggered back as Maverick stood up to his feet and pointed the dagger at him.
"Do you want to speak or?" Maverick asked.
"Do you want to kill me?" the old man asked.
