Brick's eyes narrowed a bit, and his smile widened. Drip, drip, drop - the blood spattered across the river's bank as he held his head high. No arteries or veins had been slashed, so he estimated he had a good twenty minutes left in him before he started tiring from blood loss. Still, he felt he had to take it seriously now. He moved his top hand further up the dull blade of the sword, widening his grip significantly.

[color=f26522]"It was until a few moments ago."[/color]