An awkward silence spread between the two fighters.
Ein was looking down on Samael, who was rapidly falling. Blood was trailing off his limp body, reaching a fatal amount for a normal being.
*Crash!*
Samael created a small crater on the hard and dry ground as he crashed. Ein slowly descended to his side, still looking at him with a faint smile.
"Any last words?"
Without any fluctuations audible in his voice, Ein asked. The sword in his hand was aimed straight toward Samael's throat, threatening to slice it at any moment.
Samael could only groan, however. With the large bleeding hole in his chest, he can't even speak a single word without wheezing. His consciousness was faint, as if he were about to pass out at any moment.
"... Effu—" With a voice that would lose to an insect's, Samael muttered a syllable. "—gia..."
