Erick pulled out a knife from his boots, raised his shirt, and sliced open his guts. A scream erupted from Mauve.
"Damn it, Erick, we are in the middle of a meal. Couldn't you have done this after?"
The words were barely out of his mouth when Jael looked toward Mauve and she was out like a lamp. Sprawled on the seat like a lamb laid to be slaughtered, with her eyes closed and her arms fallen to the sides of her.
Jael covered his face with his palm and pulled downwards. Danag and Damon continued eating as though Erick was not in a pool of his blood.
The blood spluttered to form a path as Erick severed his gut with the dagger. More blood poured out of him and his already pale skin became even paler.
Jael stood to his feet, it was a miracle none of the blood had gotten on him. "Clean this mess. At this point, I almost wish you bastards were still bedridden." He walked to Mauve and picked her up.
"Erick!" He called.