Bartuc Crestfallen


Bartuc smiled at Ruinils display but shrugged at Karl, realizing it better not to indulge in that baser instinct to fight with someone so close to him in such a rut. Didn't look good to ignore her just to hit a man who had already been beated. Bartuc followed the feeling in his soul stalk Ruinil, his dagger on hip but armor and weapons still in their room. If only he knew how quickly he might have needed them now. His trail got steadier as he followed the footprints but something was wrong. Very wrong. The shock of surprise burst through him like a ballista bolt to the chest. Bartuc took off in a sprint to catch up to Ruinil. 
His surprise was complete when he stumbled into his worst nightmare. Landeel stood with a bloody sword atop Ruinils body. Unarmored, barely armed, and angry, the crazed fighter knew without a shadow of a doubt that this was a fight he could not win but his heart was already starting to fail and his lungs refused to fill with oxygen. Bartuc rushed forward anyways, the dagger found the only opening it could on Landeels armor as it hooked upwards into his stomach. It didn't do much damage but the surprise and shock was enough for Bartuc to wrap one meaty hand around the betrayers neck and squeeze. 
The world was blurry as tears of helpless rage escaped him as Landeels blade pierced through Bartucs chest and out the back. Bartucs grip loosened as he fell to his knees impaled on betrayers steel. The ghost of a smile crept on his face as one last fireball detonated at the killers feet. 
Two corpses for the pyre.