Gekko lay there on the ground, all quiet except for the blood that kept pouring from his intestines from both the upper and lower half of his severed body.
Arthur stood, shocked. He glanced at the sword in his hand, unsteady. He didn't know how this could have happened, how he could have killed Gekko.
"GEKKO!"
Honzo screamed as he ran towards the already dead bully. He tried to touch, check him to see if he could do anything but the damage had already been done.
He looked at Arthur with a bewildered face, "Murderer!" Pointing his fingers, "You killed Gekko!"
"I- I didn't."
"Liar! Every one of us here saw you sever… Gekko." He shaked, his voice sad but filled with fear for Arthur, "Wh- Why did you do that?"
'But I didn't.' Arthur thought but couldn't speak out those words.
He was sure that his sword didn't hit Gekko that much. He had slashed at him but he made sure not to inflict any lasting damage. But what if…
