It was over. The intensity of a centuries long chase lotfed in the air, to stubborn to go away. Andrea stood over him waiting for something. If she is thinking anything remotely like David, she is wondering if there is any more...expecting more.
She lifted the sword, ready to strike. Constatine closed his eyes, tired from holding onto survival.
"No!" David said.
Andrea patiently stood motionless.
"You don't have to do this, you have a choice."
Andrea lowered her sword and grabbed Constatine by the neck. He gurgled, spitting up bubbles of blood. Andrea tossed him aside, "Why is it that every time the notion of choice is brought up, people expect you to do the commonly right thing?"
She walked over to Constantine, "The concept of mercy as a higher good does not sway my choice." She stabbed the sword into his head.