Every inch of the battlefield was covered in dark, red, blood, oozing out of each soldier that I slew. My knife was so bloody it kept slipping out of my grasp as I fought. I gazed around the around the battlefield looking for any survivors. I was going to kill every last one of them. I would kill anyone who got in my way; I would show no mercy.

My eyes narrowed as I saw a small movement in the sea of bodies. The fog made it hard to see but I could barely make out a small hand. Then an arm. Then two.

I don't know why I didn't throw the dagger from my belt and kill the soldier instantly. It was in very training course I took. A quick flick of my wrist was all it would have taken and he would be dead. But curiosity overtook me and I decided to take a closer look.

By the time I made it across the field, the figure had managed to stand up. Blood was dripping from the cuts in his skin, and there was a dagger wedged between his plates of armor. I assumed the blood had clouded his vision, for he didn't reach for a weapon when I came near. Instead he pulled out the dagger in his side, gritting his teeth in pain. He took of the bloody armor that was sticking to his skin. His mask still covered his face.

"Fight me," he said rather boldly for a wounded soldier, "I will not die without trying"

I tilted my head to the side and laughed, "All that you have witnessed you still want to fight me," I laughed again, "I will think of it as your death wish. If it's a fight you want, then you will get it"

I took off my armor as well to even the match. He took of his mask, and I gasped. This was no soldier. It was a girl, who fought in a war and now wanted to fight me. Her naive bravery brought a smile to my dried lips.

Her lips formed a wicked smile. "Never fought a woman before, huh? Well that's probably why your still alive" she said her beautiful voice full of arrogance.

I didn't respond for I could barely contain my laughter. A girl wanted to fight me? What a joke.

"Alright," I said amused, "pick our weapon. Let's do this" She gave me a smirk and took out a sword. It was a long and beautiful, with a jewel studded hilt. The blade was as clear as glass and I bet it was as sharp as a diamond. She got into fighting stance and signaled me to come forward.

I charged first but my concentration wasn't on the fight. She was quite skilled and in a few minutes she held her sword to my throat, held my hands behind my back, and twisted my head to face her.

"That's all you got," she said sucking in her breath, her face only inches away, "I expected much more from some who killed the entire Hyelvetian army"

By the quickening if her breath, I could tell her wound had hurt her more than she cared to show. I wasn't about to give up now, but I didn't want to hurt her either. She had her chance, now it was my turn I pushed her to the ground, her sword skittering to the side. I heard she groan as I stood up. My hand, stained with blood from the girl's wound, was a dark crimson color. I looked back down her, only to see more crimson blood beside her. Her grimy skin soaked her the salty tears like the dirty ground soaked up her blood.

I leaned down on my knees and picked her up. I could hear her cursing under her breath as I walked on.

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