THWACK!
The sound was wet and explosive.
The apple perched on top of Felix Vance's head didn't just split; it vaporized. The heavy steel machete, thrown with the force of a hydraulic cannon, obliterated the fruit in a spray of juice and pulp.
The blade continued its trajectory, embedding itself deep into the concrete wall behind Felix with a resonant twang, vibrating like a tuning fork of death.
"AHHH!"
Felix Vance’s eyes rolled back in his head. His body, already rigid with terror, finally gave out. He collapsed forward, the ropes binding him keeping him stiff like a toppled statue.
As he hit the ground, a dark, warm stain spread rapidly across the crotch of his expensive plaid trousers.
A pungent, acrid smell of ammonia filled the air.
The Prince of the City... the Emperor of Nor
