Romulus watched his brother move with deadly precision. It was a sight terrifying to behold, like watching a true killer, and he balked a little at it: it was clear Rawson had gone off, if not quite the deep end, then a very un-shallow end.
But that the death in his eyes was meant for him didn't bother him in the slightest. It would be a coup de grace.
The knife took even the demon by surprise, and Rome howled with pain even if Andre didn't give him the pleasure of vocalizing it as a knife pierced through his elbow. Blinded by pain, Rome was sure he was never going to use that elbow ever again, but the demon, unaffected by such human emotions as pain, moved on as if nothing happened.
Andre's eyes sparkled with gleeful malice, and if Rawson saw the kick coming at super-human-speed towards his temple, he didn't react. At least, not fast enough.
Whoa, hey, wait! Stop! What are you doing, stop! Don't, you'll kill him!
"My dear boy, can't you see I'm toying with him? I won't hurt him, much."
But that the death in his eyes was meant for him didn't bother him in the slightest. It would be a coup de grace.
The knife took even the demon by surprise, and Rome howled with pain even if Andre didn't give him the pleasure of vocalizing it as a knife pierced through his elbow. Blinded by pain, Rome was sure he was never going to use that elbow ever again, but the demon, unaffected by such human emotions as pain, moved on as if nothing happened.
Andre's eyes sparkled with gleeful malice, and if Rawson saw the kick coming at super-human-speed towards his temple, he didn't react. At least, not fast enough.
Whoa, hey, wait! Stop! What are you doing, stop! Don't, you'll kill him!
"My dear boy, can't you see I'm toying with him? I won't hurt him, much."