(Author's POV)
Brave slashed Damien's throat in one move, cutting his wind pipe. Damien clutched his larynx, struggling to breathe heavily. The lack of oxygen turned his face red with suffocation. The crimson liquid seeped from his throat like a flowing water tap as his mouth coughed up blood after blood. He landed on the ground with a smashing sound and in an instant and met his end, with his eyes still open.
Brave who was exhausted and in excruciating pain, was huffing and puffing breathlessly. His injuries were still fresh and his body was full of tiny and big cuts. But he collected himself and didn't fell in front of his enemy. The fight wasn't over yet. He did not wanted the other rogue to get the opportunity to make a comeback and strike him. After all, Damien's companion, the other rogue wolf named Victor Smith was still alive.
