Crimson blood blasted from behind her, meeting Ricard's blood ropes in mid-air. Splashes of blood fell free from the collision, splattering onto the pavement and walls around them.
Soleia winced, closing her eyes as a few droplets landed onto her skirt, staining the fabric a deep red. A man stood in front of her protectively, his armor all but destroyed and blood soaking into his clothing as though he had just returned from a gory war front. Instantly, a shuddery breath left her lips as her eyes watered.
"It's not nice to think about bedding your own sister-in-law, dear brother," Rafael said, his voice filled with rage even though his words were mocking. "Immoral, even."
Ricard's laughter echoed into the night. "Since when have you cared about morals, Rafael?"
"Well," Rafael said with a shrug, "I suppose you can be occasionally right. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
