Haji's guard immediately stepped forward and surrounded Ali, who shouted with feigned bravado, "Haji, what are you doing?!"
Haji did not respond but simply drew the curved saber from the guard's waist and strode towards him.
Ali began to panic, staggering back, his voice trembling, "You, why are you doing this?"
"Seventeen years ago, you took advantage of my youth and forged my father's will, stealing my position as Bey. I could bear that!" Haji looked at Hafsa beside him, his voice filled with emotion, "Three years ago, you even tried to take my Hafsa! I knelt and pleaded with you, yet you had me thrown out."
Haji took a few steps forward, grabbed Hafsa with one hand, and raised the curved saber with the other, "Don't you understand? Without her, my life is nothing!"
"Ah, you can take her, I... I..."
A flash of cold light interrupted Ali, as the curved saber plunged into his left side below the ribs, the tip piercing through his back.