There was a savage c h i n k of the blade against the ice. He wrenched his arm from her grasp and the sword flew down at her again.

Puck was on his feet now.

(*gasp* cursing! )

She was glad that he seemed to be okay. Ash was distracted by Isiea now. She could possibly still rip out the little bug.

She ducks, and he mostly misses. She does get a tiny cut on her cheek, though. She then makes another attempt to grab his arm, to try to force him to stop.

(It's not a curse word unless you're asian, then it's apparently offensive)

Puck came from behind Ash with a snarl and slammed the dagger into his chest.

Puck and Ash stared at each other, Pucks shoulders heaving with breaths or sobs, it was hard to tell. For a moment, they stood there until Puck let out a strangled noise and wrenched himself away, yanking out the dagger in a spray of crimson. The sword fell from Ashs hand, hitting the ground with a ringing clang that echoed through the house.

Ash staggered back, managing to stay on his feet for a moment, arms curled around his stomach. He swayed, putting his back to the wall, as dark blood began to drip to the ice, pooling beneath him.

Lise stared as Ash bled out, unable to do anything.

She hurries over to him, unsure what to do but wanting to help.

Ash raised his head and gave them a weary smile. Then those silver eyes dimmed, like the sun vanishing behind a cloud, and he crumpled to the ground.

She feels along his back, trying to find the bug so that she can at least get it off of him.

She kneels down next to him.

Puck stumbled aside, moving like a sleepwalker. The bloody dagger dropped limply from his hand.

"Stay back!"

His voice was sharp and desperate. Ash struggled to his knees, arms around his stomach, shaking with agonized gasps. Blood pooled around him as he raised his head, eyes bright with anguish. "Stay back," he gritted out, a line of red trickling from his mouth. "I could...still kill you. Let me be." He grimaced, closing his eyes, one hand clutching at his skull. "I can still...feel it," he rasped, shuddering. "Its in...shock now, but...its getting strong again." He gasped, clenching his teeth in pain. "Dammit, Goodfellow. You couldve...made it clean. Hurry and get it over with."