Claude yanked his dagger from Karl's cadaver and struggled to his feet. His blood-sodden robes clung to his back like a yoke on a bull's neck, heavy with sweat and blood.

"Foul scum like you to dream of killing me? You're simply unbelievable."

Claude gloated smugly, eyeing Jayce wickedly with the dark-red dagger in his grasp emitting a blood-red glow.

Jayce glared at his foe with eyes bloodshot with hatred. He let loose a guttural howl and tried ...