The man was impressed, silently, by the man's determination he had shown in the last few minutes of his life. It was obvious an attack was about to be made on him by the bodyguard running on fumes. With a clang, the bodyguard had dropped his sword to the ground, and plunged the dirk towards the man's neck. The man released his other hand off the blade, reaching it up to stop the dirk. The dirk cleanly pierced through the center of the palm of the man, causing blood to come pouring out of the hand. As the last bits of life started to fade from Jezin's eyes, and the fight seemingly completely over. The man locked eye contact with Jezin, leaning in closer to the man's face, before whispering a few words, "They will never find your body." The words cut through the silence of their encounter like knives through flesh. The amount of malice in the man's eyes was more than any normal person could convey.