Malachi ended up on top, his hands wrapping around Gustavo's throat with vise-like pressure. "I'm going to squeeze the very life from your worthless carcass," he hissed, his face a mask of blood and fury.
Gustavo's vision began to darken, his lungs burning for air. Panic clawed at the edges of his mind, but he forced it down. He wasn't done yet. With the last of his strength, he reached up, his thumb finding Malachi's eye socket.
"Eat shit and expire, Vex!" Gustavo snarled, and pushed.
Malachi's scream of agony echoed through the hall as Gustavo's thumb sank into his eye. The sensation was nauseating, the soft orb giving way with sickening ease. He released his grip, stumbling back and clutching at his ruined face.
