As Bayne’s chain wraps around Pixie’s neck, he gives it a great tug bringing Pixie into his grasp. Bayne stares at the little one for a second then speaks in an evil voice that would send shivers down anyone’s spine.
“So I see you have no fight left in your pathetic excuse for a body. So it is time for me to finish you off for good. You should have never challenged me for loss was always in your future. Now let me send you to your maker and take your soul!”
Bayne raises his sword high above his head and chants a few words in an ancient tongue. As he does this his eyes grow a deep blood red and his sword begins to glow a deep blood red also. Then with a quick slash, blood flies through the air. Pixie’s body slumps to the ground lifeless.
Bayne stands over the body and grins.
“You were never meant to be a warrior!” Bayne says as he kicks dirt on the body and leaves.