Vargas smirked as he saw Jacob flying towards him. However, he had to make sure to end that battle fast, or else the loss of blood could be fatal, given the area in which the cleaver had struck. Gripping his Asag with full force, the Seig would then release his Wind Raid: a single circular sweep in which the wind was released, fully hitting the murderer and sending him flying, colliding against the nearest wall.
As the attack's effect ended, Vargas would pant heavily, knowing that he had sustained way too much damage. However, Jacob seemed to be down for the count. Not knowing whether he should touch the cleaver, he'd wait until the guards had arrived... for he supposed that the ruckus caused by their fight would have not gone by unnoticed.
Effectively, five minutes later a group of three men arrived, carrying the same uniforms he had seen before while in the tavern. While they were pretty grossed out and concerned about his wound and wanted to tend to him, the white haired man dismissed them, and told them to focus on the murderer.
-He's... not dead. I'd say he's only... in sleep land for a little while. Hah...hahaha -he attempted to crack up a small joke, only to cough some blood when he laughed softly. Asag vanished from his hands He would be asked whether he could walk, so he could go with them to the nearest doctor.
However, the authorities had done bad lowering their guard, for unbeknownst to them, the butcher was rising once more, picking his trusty carving knife. Vargas, who was trying to stand up, noticed.
Jacob Goodnight had made three fatal mistakes. The first one had been killing those people. The second one had been attempting a second sneak attack. And the third one was to think that the Seig had no means to hit him from afar.
In a flash, he pushed the guard aside, dismissed Asag and suddenly summoned his demonic bow, Daeva. He noticed the world partially slowing down, for he was preparing his Snipe Shot. Afterwards, the Swordmaster took aim at the criminal's knee. With a smirk, the grayish-blue eyed man would simply mutter one word.
The arrow flew, piercing the knee, as Jacob fell to the ground letting out a roar of pain. Now he would be unable to get up, which meant there would be no trouble apprehending him. Well... he had made his part, yet the payment would have to wait until he had recovered... those wounds looked real nasty.
-Take care of... beefcakes here. I... I think I need a pizza.