[dplax]

OOC: Warning, post might be a bit borderline on the PG-13 rating.

Spoiler for post:

Nivram

A mad glaze in his eyes. The smile is gone, replaced by an expression of pure hate. "Stupid bitch," he hisses among his teeth, elbowing Isokla with his madness-strengthened force in the stomach, sending her stumbling backwards. Whether he realises that his hand was guided, whether he realises that it wasn't only him who delivered the killing blow, no one can know.

Covered with blood the crystal shard is slippery amongst his fingers, and he strengthens his grip on it. The hard material cuts into his hand, his fingers, severing arteries, veins, muscle ligaments. The hand lifts and slams down into Jason's chest. Lift, descend, lift descend. After mere seconds Jason's chest is awash with blood...but still the glistening crystal shard lifts and descends. Bones, not only Jason's, crunch and snap. The hand holding the crude weapon lifts again, but the muscles cannot hold the crystal anymore. It tumbles to the ground, one of Nivram's fingers still stuck to its bloody surface. The raised hand is clearly missing a finger and two more are also almost completely severed. Still the bloody stump slams against Jason's chest, not realising that its weapon is gone.

His vision clouds. His senses become distant. Loss of blood, exhaustion are all catching up with him. He lifts his hand, but it does not descend to make another blow. Nivram's whole body shakes violently, and then suddenly he falls completely still, and almost as if in slow motion falls to the side, his eyes staring blankly in front of him.

OOC: censored version:

Nivram

A mad glaze in his eyes. The smile is gone, replaced by an expression of pure hate. "Stupid girl," he hisses among his teeth, elbowing Isokla with his madness-strengthened force in the stomach, sending her stumbling backwards. Whether he realises that his hand was guided, whether he realises that it wasn't only him who delivered the killing blow, no one can know.

Covered with blood the crystal shard is slippery amongst his fingers, and he strengthens his grip on it. The hard material cuts into his hand and his fingers. The hand lifts and slams down into Jason's chest. Lift, descend, lift descend. The hand holding the crude weapon lifts again, but the muscles cannot hold the crystal anymore. It tumbles to the ground. The raised hand is clearly missing several fingers.

His vision clouds. His senses become distant. Loss of blood, exhaustion are all catching up with him. He lifts his hand, but it does not descend to make another blow. Nivram's whole body shakes violently, and then suddenly he falls completely still, and almost as if in slow motion falls to the side, his eyes staring blankly in front of him.