Gareth pulled his sword out of Henry's heart and let his body fall backward to hit the ground with a full thud. His heart no longer beat.
"You killed him!" Boyle said stating the obvious.
"I said I would," Gareth said unbothered. The bullet wound on his his side, made larger and gorier by repeated shots he suffered still bled but as he wobbled on his feet, the Mercenary reached a hand into a pouch he had stashed somewhere on his person and retrieved a Healing potion he quickly downed.
His bleeding stopped and he regained almost all of the energy he just expended so he could turn his face and assess the situation happening a few feet away.