The Grin Behind the Smile
I can see it as he tilts his lance. Renegade tendrils of that greasy mop cloud his eyes, but I still feel his gaze. To match the sadistic merriment dancing within them, his lips would surely twist into a grin. He knows I'm finished. I haven't the strength to draw up my blade and counter the strike that would come.
He smiles.
The gesture is tame. I could mistake him for sane! Before I can even bat a lash, he is upon me. At the sudden sharp pain in my belly, I release the hilt of my blade in favor of the shaft of his lance. He towers over me—or perhaps I've fallen to the ground.
As the pain grows numb, my body fading from life, I cannot tear my eyes from his. Those dark orbs still shimmer with glory. Although not with his lips, he had been grinning all along.
Author's Note
From "I can almost imagine (Valter) smiling like that before killing someone" in a comment I received on deviantArt. (Thank you, KuraiKitty!) Since Wyvern Lords can wield swords, we could say it's Glen's point of view. Apologies for the length, but thank you for reading!