Liam knew from his former master Robert how some vampires looked down on humans, but honestly he didn't care. He indeed held nothing back. And he felt great, his muscles burning deliciously, sweat pearling on his forehead. He loved being this exhausted, knowing he will finally sleep like a rock tonight, and he would never in his life trade all of this in for immortality.
He held still when Carrick's sword was suddenly at his throat. He slightly tipped his chin up, closing his eyes as he breathed heavily through his slightly opened mouth. He hesitated for a moment, the sharp blade on his skin making him almost dizzy with adrenaline. He wanted to savor it. The fear. The fact that his death was only a hand-flick away.
He slowly lowered the sword and dropped it to the ground, then lifted both his hands up, palms facing forward in the universal sign of surrender.