The Buzz was there; faint but real. Carson smiled like the predator he was considered himself to be. Taking out his broadsword, he tried to pierce the darkness with his cruel eyes.

"Come out, come out from wherever you are! Let us play a game! The game there can be only one."

His opponent broke through the shadows. Young, not even thirty, was looking at him with doe eyes. Carson's grin widened.

"Hello, pup! My name is Michael Carson and I've come after your head. I'm in a good mood now, so if you kneel and don't fight, I promise it will be over without much pain".

Carson had seen a lot during his three hundred and eight years of life and if it was a thing that he liked more than anything in his life was to play with young and inexperienced immortals. The ones those were young to the Game.

The "pup" just stood there and stuttered.

"Look, I… I don't have a weapon! I don't w… wish to fight. P… Please, let me go!"

"Well pup, I am in a mood for fight and I don't care about the fact you are missing your sword".

"What about the Rules? I am unarmed."

"The WOOSH of the blade made the youngster dive back."

"Screw the Rules. Tell me pup, what is your name? I want to know who is my plaything".

And then it happened. Carson felt the strongest Buzz ever felt; it made his teeth hurt and his bones to hum. The "pup" smiled, a smile with no traces of humor in it.

"My name is Alex Healer. There can be only one."

From out of nowhere, a strange sword formed in his hand. Just like a puzzle, it's pieces kept swishing and popping until a sleek blade glitter into the pale moonlight. One stroke, that was all. The strange sword met Carson's blade and it made it shatter; the force of the blow made Carson stumble to his knees and looked up with terror. The young one's eyes were not young, the depth in them was talking about eons of pain. His sword lifted and the killing blow was ready to start. With crocked voice Carson asked his last questions of his life.

"Methos?"

The blade fell.

Carson's Watcher stood there, in the back of some dumpsters long after the Quickening faded and the young was gone. He kept replaying in his mind the last seconds of the fight.

"Methos?" asked Carson.

And Healer smiled. „Nope, the young pup is not around!"

Who was this mystery Immortal? Why did he call Methos "pup" ?