"No, you are weak," He threw another punch, that missed once more. He slammed his fist into the back of the king's head, making it crack the floor as his buried his head into it. He stomped on the kings head several times, making bone cracking fill the room and blood paint the floor. He stopped and then pulled the king's large, decorative blade and jammed it into his dead body's back, he twisted it and then torn it from his back, holding it in his hand, covered in blue blood. He walked to the throne without saying anything and sat down in it as Sollkivanyo joined his side, "Anything you kill, you keep," He smiled and licked his lips, "Sollkivanyo, how would your father have ruled?"