He throws up his hood, revealing a head of steel-gray hair and steel-gray full of intense hate.
Rade's eyes widen. He points his blade at Darin, shouting over the chaos, "Seize him! Seize that man!"
The old warrior throws his cane and sword to the ground. In one smooth motion, he drops to one knee and readies his crossbow.
Even as guards swarm him, Darin's eyes remain fixed on Rade. He aims the weapon. Rade dashes to seek cover behind his throne.
But the bolt finds its mark.
Rade falls, pain exploding through his neck. He collapses in a heap on the ground. His hands fly to his neck, finding a bolt embedded in his flesh.
In a panic, he rolls over onto his back. Blood pours from his wound, soaking his hands within seconds. He looks down at Darin, down into his hate-filled eyes.
Eyes that follow him to the grave.
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