Blood rose to the man's mouth. It was a fatal wound, Vol knew, but like most wounds to the stomach, it was unlikely to kill in an instant. The Count still managed to keep himself in the saddle, but he was unable to do much more than that.
"Count Rockly!"
"Count!"
"Protect the Count!"
His bodyguards cried out in alarm, but the time for protection was already gone.
"Go and fetch me the head, Silverfish," Vol said. The man was already finished, as far as he was concerned. When it came to diving through the infantry, there were few as good as Silverfish, though there would likely never be any quite as good as Vagrin, who'd seemed to have the ability to turn near invisible when he had a mind to.
