Aello let out a satisfied laugh as a thin trickle of blood appeared on the man's chin. Surely there is more where that came from, Aello thought, as she took a half step closer to the man, doing her best to dodge his legs. "Stumbling already? And here we had the misguided notion that you may actually put up a bit of a fight, and present a challenge," Aello said with a sneer, her voice icy, losing most of its playful edge. "It seems like those wolf pups are far more dangerous than you, and that filthy bird, which could so easily be shot out of the sky," Aello continued. "Don't you think it'd be nice, if we plucked out each of its feathers, one by one, and used them to fletch a new set of arrows. The same thing that would have brought him into your enemy's hands in the first place?" Aello inquired. "Of course, it will be the bloodied blade that finishes him off; slowly. Much like it will be with you." "After all, you've both earned the right to torture. A slow painful death by the silver of a freshly sharpened blade," Aello went on, her voice more than likely reminding the Drykas of a serpent, it seemed so cold. You should just reach for him, start making incisions, begin your little game. You've taunted him enough, haven't you? "Not nearly enough," Aello whispered, as she did her best to step around Karc's legs, and bring herself a little closer to his head. Perhaps it will be easier if you kneel, and thrust the blade into the space between his eyes. "But we want to draw this out," Aello whispered. "A blade there would do no such thing. True, but every moment he lingers, the more he sees. You should end it now, before he finds a way to escape, and tell others what he has seen. Aello's heart was pounding in her tiny rib cage, and her palms were beginning to sweat. "Perhaps we should end this swiftly," she whispered so quietly, that she could barely hear. As soon as the words had left her lips, she extended her left hand. She was aiming for a clump of Karc's hair. If she could hold it, she could control his head. Tilt it back, exposing the neck, his fear-filled, bulging bright green veins. So easy to slide a blade across. "To end a life," Aello whispered. |