Author's note: It has been brought to my attention that some believe this is Zelos' Title, which is understandable considering Kratos and Zelos actually share this title (not to forget vaguely ironic). Anyways, this is Kratos' version of "Magic Swordsman", Zelos' version will come later.
Magic Swordsman
"His attacks will crush the earth and frighten the evils of this world."
The blade rang a mellow tone as it hit the sheath; more a courtesy than a lack of skill, enough to warn his opponent of his presence.
It was all the warning they would get.
His opponents (for lack of a better word; the wretches didn't deserve such a title) turned towards the sound. There was a moment of stillness in the desert as the two parties regarded each other. Then, at some unheard signal, the battle commenced. The bandits were slain without hesitation and without remorse. He had done such acts more often than he cared to acknowledge.
At the expert swing of his sword, a life ended. And another. And another.
His return to camp was noted only by a raised silver brow and a pair of eyes that watched his every move with distrust, the same way they watched over the others, sleeping unaware. Eyes that noted every detail, like the flecks of blood he had yet to remove.
The fire flickered into the night sky.