'This is it. The opening I've been waiting for!'
The moment Lucius writhed in pain was the moment he left himself open, and Conrad took full advantage of the opportunity. He tightened his grip on the remaining dagger.
His heart pounding, Connie used [Shroud] on his legs, then sprinted forward at blistering speed.
Lucius barely had time to react as Connie closed the gap and swung his dagger in a precise arc across his chest. It connected. The blade sliced cleanly and drew a streak of crimson blood through Lucius's chest, staining his white suit.
"I win"
Connie declared in a whisper, with this amount of damage done, there was no way he was coming back from that. If he didn't do him in himself, then blood loss would take care of the rest.
But his triumph was fleeting.
