Xarl's jaw crunched. Bone splintered and teeth broke from the impact. He spat up fragments of shattered enamel along with a solution of saliva and blood.
Despite his training and endurance, Xarl was nearing the end. He had simply lost too much blood. One more major wound would bring him down. But that didn't matter. Xarl needed to make sure Diana was dead.
He stooped down and began feeling the sidewalk for his rifle, determined to accomplish his mission.










