*Slputter*
Following those words was blood gushing out from out two pairs of lips. One belonging to Dion, and the other to Dante. Both pairs of lips were drenched in deep red, and that wasn't the only thing soaked in blood.
The chest of both men were stabbed with each of their swords. Below the blade were severl trails of blood dripping to the snowy ground.
It was an horrid sight.
However...
Only one of them managed to stop the gushing out of blood from his mouth.
That was Dante.
''I didn't want to kill you, Dion.'' He said, letting go of the sword and watching his half-brother drop on his knees with blood violently gushing out from his lips.
''But you leave me no choice.''
''...Ha!'' Amid his horried situation, Dion did not forget to sneer at those words uttered to him. He would be a fool to believe such. Feeling a little light-headed, he knew that his time had already come.
