RAID
I see him from the movement of the grass. His shadow pokes through and his eyes, full of madness, wait for a chance to strike. He leaps out of concealment; we both face up. I hesitate for a second. He's an old man. He must be nearing his sixties and yet he still tries to raid me.
His blade swings out. Too wide. I come in with a stab which he narrowly defends. He falls on to his back, attempting some weird move.
That's when I kill him.
My blade pummels down, into the man with zany black hair.