The Swordsman

He hates waiting. His whole life since the age of eleven has been spent in studying nothing but swordplay. He worked for a mercenary warmonger to pay the bills but that was only temporary. And after twenty years of waiting, he’s ready for this journey to end.

His enemy stands in front of him, goading him, taunting him, bringing up all the old memories that ache even still. He sits on the ground, bleeding from a deep wound in his belly, lifeblood seeping out of him.

But revenge that has been simmering for twenty years is impervious even to death.