What is the best way to kill off characters?
How's this:
I slammed my hand flat against Bazen’s chest, grasping the arrow shaft between my thumb and the rest of my hand. He heaved and coughed. A bloody glob dropped out from his mouth and splatted onto the black dirt below. “I need someone to hold him!”
I felt arrows being pulled from my sling, and Finn’s steady voice behind me. “Daemon, Turic, you need to get up, man. Come on.”
Captain Turic sat in a corner beneath a thick cover of bluish sawblade palm leaves. He’d wrapped his arms around his knees and he shook. His eyes were glued to the ground in the center of our stronghold. Across from him, Ardou lay on the ground beside Jenzui with his hand on the man, his eyes blinking, and his breath slowly lifting up and down.
Daemon’s fingers trembled inches from Bazen’s skin. Bazen shook violently, pulling hard against my grasp.
“Hold him!” I shouted at Daemon.
Immediately, Bazen shook free from me, doubled over, and heaved another glob of blood onto the ground, only to cough more. The feathered end of the arrow snagged on the ground, tilting the angle sharply upward. I tried to grab his arm, and his whole body shot up and his muscles grew tense. He coughed, and another spray of blood shot out from his mouth.
Bilal rushed over and helped me pick him back up. Bazen coughed violently, but between the two of us, we held him mostly steady. “Need more!”
Daemon crouched behind him and took his shoulders in his arms, locking him in place. Charis the whaler’s nephew knelt and took my place so that I could get to work.
“OK,” Finn said behind me. “I’ll take ten arrows and get up on that rock. Orel, Kurt, that only leaves two to keep watch.”
I tried to focus on extracting the arrow, but I also didn’t need another casualty. “Stay here. Listen to the vudu birds; they’ll let us know if they come back.”
“I don’t think it’s…”
“Don’t argue!”
It was bad. The broadhead cut through the ribs diagonally, making the entry grooves too small to fit the arrowhead puller, and I couldn’t push it all the way through without running into his shoulder blade. I would have to cut through the meat between his ribs to get it out. “Bilal, I need you to hold the arrow shaft up here.”
Bazen’s body shook, and he coughed and gargled, but with three men holding him, we’d kept him steady.
I washed the blood away, and more came out. I washed that, and it trickled down his chest.
Still no sign of Miyani.
Oma snapped the arrow shaft from his arm and pulled it through with a grimace. He came over and rummaged through my medical kit for supplies. “What’s a vudu bird?”
Bilal answered him. “Those red and white birds you see swooping down, that low grinding you hear. There’s dead bodies all around. If those assholes try coming at us again, those birds will tell us.”
Bazen’s whole body jerked in spasms, violently at first, and then he calmed down and gave a weak cough. His head was tilted to the side, and a trail of blood dribbled down his chin.
“Come to think of it,” Bilal added, “If I were them and I did come back for another round, I’d take out that rock perch, first. I don’t think you want to be up there.”
Behind me, I heard Orel the Pickpocket’s voice talking softly with Turic and Ardou. He’d got them sitting together, at least. Kurt borrowed Dannie’s eupin bow, and he and Finn kept watch, listening out for the birds.
In front of me, Bazen Spider-Web’s Bane was dead.