Direct hit.
Muwalii gasped, blood splurting out of the wound, and grabbed the arrow which had pierced into the side of his neck. But whatever he wanted to do, it was pointless. He was a dead man.
I wasn’t the type of man to celebrate killing someone, but not only had I saved Atemu... but I had also sentenced that man to death on the day that war was declared. He had to die.
And did this bastard really think he could get away with playing unfairly with Atemu? And then holding a sword at his neck and claiming victory?
No.
You do that, and you have to answer to me.
I watched as Atemu pulled away, picked up his sword and sliced the Hittite King’s head right off his body in one, smooth swing.
An excellent swordsman.
But all the soldiers stared in shock. Not a soul moved as Muwalii’s hea
