The End of the Fight

Him retired the claw from Trevor´s chest, and he fell to his knees. Blood started pouring from the three holes Him´s claws left on his chest while the others watched in horror.
 
Suddenly, Trevor stood up awkwardly and a grin like no other could be seen in his face. His massive pearl white fangs where shown as in pride, yet his eyes were closed. He raised his head and looked towards him, still with the eyes closed. Still smiling. Him took some steps backwards as Trevor walked slowly towards him. With every step he took, blood poured faster and he left a trail of blood in the ground, marked only with his own steps. What was a desperation and sadness weeping, now was a stare of fear. His fellow mates could believe or understand what was going on. Him, the ruler of the land of the scared, was astonished and to certain point scared, seeing this simple mortal, challenging Death itself.

Him kept walking away from Trevor, as he, bleeding, with the eyes closes and a grin, kept walking towards him. Blood started to ooze from the sides of Trevor´s grin, as grew pale and started to walk with difficulty. Him reached the edge of the platform, but, just a pair of meters away, Trevor fell to his knees and he looked down. Him thought he would already die, yet he was stunned when Trevor rose his head and looked at him.

His eyes were wide open and his pupils where broken in two. He was still grinning, but now, blood did not poured, yet his fangs where lively red and his jacket, shirt and pants where soaked in blood. Him was paralyzed, he couldn´t move. He closed his eyes and fell to the ground, finally resting in peace.