It was night. The only light came from a full moon that was occasionally covered by passing clouds, putting the land of Hyrule into darkness. A warrior stood alone in a field gripping his sword tightly even with his slowly failing strength. The bodies of many dead lie strewn about the field. Their crimson blood coated the grass but since it was night, the blood appeared black. The warrior himself didn't go undamaged. His body was covered with sword slashes and cuts. Blood flowing freely from each wound. His face was bruised and cut and blood dripped slowly from his mouth. His once blonde hair was now coated with mud and blood spray. His green tunic was more brownish-red with all the blood that had soaked into it. His sword was no longer its glittering silver. It was now red with fresh enemy blood that dripped off to the ground. Bits of flesh were still impaled on the sword's never dulling tip. He was breathing heavily. His shoulders and arms rose and fell with each of his labored breaths.
The last of the lizaflos were shocked at how many of their clan this lone man had slaughtered. But they could sense his failing strength. He was weakening fast. This would be their chance to finish him. The leader barked orders in their native tongue and the surviving lizaflos began to advance. They watched him close his eyes and tense up suddenly. The lizaflos felt confused and stopped advancing. Suddenly the warrior snapped open his eyes, they were no longer the clear cerulean blue but were bright crimson red. His gaze sent cold chills down the lizaflos' spines and gave them light feeling stomachs. The warrior's gaze spelled only one thing, death. He cackled slightly as a devilish grin spread across his face. He gripped his sword with some newfound strength. His wounds forgotten. His eyes glanced at all the lizaflos and he enjoyed seeing them cringe in fear as his eyes went past them.
"Now die," He said in an evil tone.
All the lizaflos jumped back in terror at his words. The warrior rushed forward with amazing speed and begin to slash uncontrollably. Body parts flew this way and that and the lizaflos fell dead where they stood. Their crimson blood flew in the air and landed on anything below. The leader stood alone as all of his companions fell dead at the hands of this juggernaut swordsman. Finally the warrior stopped slashing and stood before the leader with his back facing the lizaflos. The lizaflos began to tremble with fear and then the swordsman turned his head to the side just enough so that he could see the leader lizard warrior through the corner of his burning red eyes.
He cackled again and muttered, "Worthless piece of flesh."
He then swung around and stabbed the sword through the leader's chest in the blink of an eye. The leader fell to his knees and the swordsman smiled his evil grin.
The leader then mumbled, in the language the swordsman understood, with his last breath, "Forgive me mas.t.ter."
He fell limp on the sword and the warrior smiled.
"I doubt he will," He said with an evil look of sympathy.
He then pulled the sword out of the lizard's chest with a nasty sucking noise. He held the sword vertically in front of his face, the lizaflos leader's blood dripped down in a surge over his hand, some dripped to the ground and some traveled down his arm to drip off at the elbow. That sinister grin spread across his face once again.
"Who else wants some?" He asked threateningly.
A noise behind him made him swing around. There behind him, a lizaflos, missing an arm, slowly got up. It staggered a bit as it did so. The swordsman smiled again and walked over to stand directly in front of it. The weakened lizard shuddered with fright. The warrior took the flat side of the sword and placed it under its chin, forcing it to look at him.
"What's the matter, you want to challenge me again?"
The lizaflos shook its head as much as its limited strength allowed it.
"Aw, that's a shame. I was hoping for a challenge."
With his free hand, the warrior shot through its vulnerable chest and pulled out its still beating heart. The lizaflos' body fell off the sword onto the ground. The warrior tossed the heart behind him with a victorious smirk on his face.
"Coward."
He turned to look at the moon, which now was clear of clouds.
"The world hasn't seen the last of me. Hehehehe."
He closed his eyes and they were snapped back open and were the cerulean blue once again.
The now exhausted swordsman looked around at all the destruction but he no longer had the strength to stand. He fell to his knees and then fell over to lay on his back with a slight splash in the blood.