Bab 251: Bloodied

With a single exchange, the air went still, the pattering rain drowning out all sound. It was only by will power alone that the Matsudairan Elder had not yet collapsed from his horse. His eyes flickered down to the torn flesh of his throat and he regarded the waterfall of blood that spilt out onto the chestplate of his leather armour. He parted his lips attempting to form a word, but was unable. His body ceased to listen and he collapsed forward, falling from his horse, his feet still tangled up in the stirrups.