Rodolphus grimaced as Amycus stabbed him with the glass from his broken wall hangings, gritting his teeth but refusing to let go, not until he'd gotten everything he wanted out of the one beneath him, mainly the gurgling sound of desperation as he tried again and again, in vain, to collect one solid breath before he slipped into unconsciousness.
Then Rabastan broke in and put an end to everything. It was probably for the best even if he didn't immediately feel that way. With a frustrated growl, he sat back without getting off of his captive and he shook his hand, spattering his warm blood over the other's face. "Oh you know," he snarled, his tone scathing although not necessarily because of Rabastan. "Just playing!" He didn't take his eyes off of Amycus.