Kurik didn't hesitate as Pariah let out his cry. The Reachman had gathered his magicka into a solid blade of ice three feet long during the struggle. Even the King's enchantments would not protect against an object of this mass. Distracted by the undead quickly surrounding him, the King was unable to react in time to stop the massive spike hurtling toward his head. The body stiffened as the jagged point slammed through his right eye, tore through his skull and exploded out the back of his cranium, sending the crown flying into the besalt wall. Chunks of his brain clung to the ice shard. No ammount of healing magic could fix that.
Somehow he was still standing. Kurik could have sworn that the King was glaring at him with his one good eye. Then the body toppled forward with a resounding crash. The surviving Falmer wailed as they watched their lord fall, and several scattered into the caverns while other simply stood still, wailing in despair. The Bonewolf returned to its master's side, panting softly as it eye the corpse wearily.
"Well then...that's that. Suppose we ought to collect our blood then. Blood of the last Falmer king. Almost a shame to see him gone."