THIRD PERSON
Blood gushed out from Arthur's chest as his eyes widened on how quick the masked man in front of him moved. Even with a wild woman in his embrace and the darkness of the night in the middle of the jungle, the man seemed to know how to specifically target the most delicate and fragile part of his body.
The sword stayed in his chest for a few moments, until the masked man pulled it out, letting more of his blood fall to the ground like a waterfall. It was gruesome, brutal, and disgusting. Arthur wasn't able to say any word — not even a scream of pain or a plea for help. He just stood there, eyes widened as his body slowly fell to the ground.
However, the masked man seemed not to be satisfied by that act. Even if Arthur is kneeling on the ground with his hand on his chest an
