He studied her eyes as she spoke but offered no reply. He anger was beautiful and Nineteen knew that there were no words he could utter to stay her hand from this course of action. So without hesitating he drew his sword and prepared himself for what was coming. "My life and death are yours Slayer." With a genuine smile the large man grabbed the sword by the blade and hilt and plunged it into his stomach.
Within the blink of an eye the sword edge tore through him and part of the keen blade came out his back. In seconds his blood began to spill on the floor and Nineteen's feet gave way as he crashed onto his knees. He needed to buy time, time for the sun to rise and he knew that the other man was not strong enough to carry him alone. So as his life began to slip away Nineteen's blurry eyes locked onto her again. "I...will bear...your hatred...gladly."
Even as his alertness began to slip away, he knew that she would hate him for making her choose, but that was the price he would pay if it meant keeping her alive. There was time to save one but not both...