Isaac was a simple man. And he WAS a man now. The harshness of the journey demanded no less. His morals grew with him.
In the long nights during the journey Isaac had often wondered why he was doing this. The answer always turned into friends. The thought of losing any of his friends was so deeply troubling to isaac that he had simply blocked it out.
Now as Mia lay dead at the hands of Saturos it was unavoidable. He had failed. His friend was dead. The one thing that he feared so greatly had come to pass.
The loss of someone close is enough to drive people mad with grief. Most of the time the only outlet is crying. But most of the time they weren't murdered, snatched away in a flash of heat.
Some people get angry when someone dies. Most of the time they don't have an outlet.
This was not most times.
Saturos struggled with his hand. It seemed this corpse was intent on delaying him. How troublesome. At least the brats were stunned silly.
He never saw the giant sword form around the tall blond's significantly smaller rapier. Nor did he see the swing of said massive blade. He did notice when Menardi's blade interposed itself between the attack and him.
Startled at the massive clash behind he he tore his hand out of the recently deceased bluenette and spun to meet his supposed attackers. He was met with surprise.
Menardi was dead.
The giant sword had rotated insanely fast and stabbed clean through her.
Saturos rose from the crouch that had saved his life.
"So that's how you want to play?" Saturos cackled. "An eye for an eye it is!"
"Time to make the whole world blind!"