Tristan's View

Riding ahead of the group, I lead them to the camp.
'SNAP'
I stop suddenly, taking in all of my surroundings.

'Strong easterly wind, rabbit in a bush to the left. Bush on right moving in opposite direction to wind.'

Taking an arrow out of my quiver and loading my bow, I pull back the string and aim for the sliver of red I see. The moment it moves, I release the string, the gurgle accompanying the thud indicating that I hit his throat. Leaping off Bronwein, I go rip my arrow out of his throat and replace it into my quiver.

Turning around I see everyone's expressions of amusement and Galahad's expression of disgust. I smirk at him.

"We should fan out now, the clearing is just ahead."

They all dismount and begin surrounding the clearing, them checking their weapons and I inspecting the area.

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Tensing my muscles, I estimate that everyone is in position. So cupping a hand around my mouth, I produce a loud bird call and run into the clearing, shooting arrows as I run.

'One through the throat, one through the eye, one through the chest.'

Then, seeing how close the fighting is, I put my bow on the ground and take out my curved blade, automatically cutting open a man's stomach. I then eye off another opponent with a cold glare. He flinches, but walks slowly towards me, sword held high.

'Smart man, he doesn't rush into a fight. Too bad he'll die anyway.'

Then with a cry of vengeance, he leaps at me, swiping at my head with his blade. I simply duck, spin out of the way and slice his head off cleanly.

"Long time no see, Tristan."

I spin around, holding out my sword in front of me, but I freeze. My mask forgotten, I drop my sword and am immediately flooded with memories.

[Mother screaming, pleading, blood everywhere, a sadistic smile on a dark, brown-eyed man. The same man laughing evilly at me, crying out in pain.]

Pulled out of my memories, I look down at my stomach to see my long, curved blade sticking out of me. Realizing that I'm kneeling, I look up at my mother's murderer in shock, to see him smiling sadistically just like that day 13 years ago.

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