Third Person POV
A long, gleaming sword appeared in his right hand out of thin air.
The weapon came from absolutely nowhere.
In one single moment his hand was completely empty; the very next, the heavy blade was right there in his grip.
It was long, curved, and crafted in the elegant style of a Renaissance rapier, polished so bright that it caught the dim torchlight and threw it back across the room in sharp, broken fragments.
Lysander crouched down slowly beside Kai, his grey eyes looking almost pleasant.
"Look over at her," Lysander whispered.
Kai painfully turned his head to the side, his green eyes instantly finding Helen standing across the room.
"That is going to be the absolute last time you ever look at her," Lysander whispered into his ear.
"No!" Helen screamed, her voice piercing the air.
She lunged forward with everything she had.
But she was far too late.
The long blade drove straight through Kai's back, piercing through his chest.
