[For all that he was expecting something like this, it still hurts like hell when the blade slices into flesh, and he can't hold back the sharp cry of pain as he falls to one knee and clamps his hands over the wound. He stays there, silent, teeth gritted in pain as he struggles to keep his breathing even.
But he still isn't begging for mercy, nor asking forgiveness.]
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But he still isn't begging for mercy, nor asking forgiveness.]