There was a pause then, as if the gold mercenaries were struggling to process the sudden death of their comrade. The passing of a Second Boundary man was different. They didn't seem to expect for it to happen. They wielded a strength that was far above the ordinary individual, after all. They could never be killed so easily. Only as a result of long and arduous combat. But this man had been killed like a dog. He'd made a single, fatal mistake, and his life had been claimed by a single hand.