[Castling's eyes widen at the kick and how the dagger goes flying because that wasn't what he(?) planned. he watches it disappear far off into the array of bushes, this time impossible to find]

Useless... I have no need of you any longer. Die, and return what is mine.

[the voice makes a tch noice as it speaks, Castling's eyes glazes over and he chokes a little, falling to his knees. all his visible wounds are glaring red, and he cradles his palms against his stomach in pain]