Fight to the finish, he says. She agrees and cuts his head off. One stroke with a smooth swift blade: blood on the edge, blood on the floor, blood on blood.
His arms twitch involuntarily; they search for his head. She smiles and plunges the knife deep into his stomach. Deep, deep inside. She twists, turns and pulls the knife out. His arms stop moving. His body lies still.
She grinds her heel on his fingers and walks out of the screen.
On the other hand, maybe I'm just bored and frustrated.
