The guard was expecting the intruder to be glaring at him with a serious face. Instead, the man gave him a warm smile in return. The sword was still hanging on the guard's neck, however. Slowly, but surely, he started to feel the sword cutting through his flesh.
The skin on his neck was slashed open, and blood emerged. As seconds past, the pain became more and more unbearable. The whole process was as though someone was cutting meat with a blunt knife. It was slow but surely painful and frightening.
The guards were shocked to the core. Their leader was in the hands of the intruder, so his followers dared not take another step forward. "Don't you do anything to him!" They verbally warned.
"The guard is the cousin of the governor. If he is hurt, your life will not be spared."
"Let him go! Release him now!"
The shouting continued.
