Sword positioning

When the end came, it came quickly.

Sanakht’s black blade sliced into Lucius’ side. A leg hooked behind his knee and the swordsman was falling backwards. He landed hard and Sanakht was on him a heartbeat later. Crouched over his chest, Sanakht pinned Lucius’ sword arm with one knee and pressed the other down on his neck.

The powered edge of Sanakht’s sword blistered the skin of Lucius’ throat.

‘I told you I would defeat you.’

‘If you die too, does it count as a victory?’ said Lucius.

Sanakht looked down and saw the tip of Lucius’ sword poised just below his ribs at the thinnest section of his armour. A single thrust and it would tear through his lungs and hearts before erupting from his gullet.

‘What say you, Sanakht, do we die together?’ asked Lucius, increasing the pressure of his blade. ‘I’ve already done it once, but it didn’t take. Will you be so fortunate?’

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The Crimson King, Chapter 4