During this time, a member of Kerrigan's squad, a boy about her age who had a major and obvious crush on the girl, had snuck up behind Jason. The sound of the pistol clicking as it was cocked echoed through the night. "[i]Thought you could win, bitch?[/i]" The boy asked. Then Jason disappeared, reappearing behind the boy and kicking out the right leg by driving a heel hard into the back of his kneecap, the bone could be heard breaking. Jason then brought a fist down into his jaw, breaking that too. The boy sat on his knees, blood coming from his mouth as he stared up at the heretic. Who was walking slowly around him. "You, you disgust me. Serving blindly to a lord who imprisons and torchers his own son over a prophecy. You may think that your valiant struggle to save this world you live in has meaning. But you are nothing. You will be forgotten in time among the legends of the giants who stand around you. You try to kill the innocent under orders from an evil ruler. For that, your fate is sealed. You die at the hands of your worst fear. The Heretic." Jason says as the boy is suddenly thrown backwards into a cement column, hard enough to dent it. A scream of pain left the boy's mouth as his flesh turned to liquid, soon followed by his mucles and organs. Until all thatwas left was a smoking skeleton crumbled on the ground, blood still covering it.