Jezin struggled, trying to rip the dirk from the man's hand and strike again, but he had lost too much blood. All he managed to do was pull it from his opponent before it slipped to the floor. He glared at the man as he spoke, his grip on the wrist loosening. He gurgled out a few words, blood still dripping from his lips. "No... but they will find you." He slumped to the ground, his vision blurring. Everything was slipping away. He had failed. Everything he had lived for had been snatched away from him. At least Sophia had escaped, for now. He'd bought her time, but time wasn't good enough. A single tear fell from the bodyguard's eye, rolling down his blood-stained face. He slipped back, off of the sword and onto the ground. As his vision blacked out, he managed to whisper one last phrase. "Sophia... I'm so sorry."