C155 Sibling Squabble

"Sinclairs.." Matthea wheezes in a slow and seemingly dying breath. Her whole head was pummeled so many times she had already lost count. And even though her head was detached from her shoulders, she could feel something deep inside her body pulverized by the rotten rock that skewered her. Her throat cracks, "are scums."

The ebony-haired noble slams strength into his leg