3/6/2018

My blade clashed against my opponent's and he leapt back, cackling sadistically. I lunged forward, and he countered with a sweep, leaving me exposed and defenseless as he charged forward, ramming his shoulder into my chin. I toppled to the ground, briefly stunned, whilst my enemy stood over me, rapier pointed at my throat.

"It appears you've made quite the mistake," he chuckled savagely.

"Really, now?" I spat. I rolled over, swinging my blade, knocking his away, then jumped to my feet before he could recover. He swung back, and I leaned deftly out of the way, the sharp tip flying just past my nose. I raised my sword, ready to swing down upon him, but I saw his arm tense, prepared to parry my attack.

Change of course. I spun the opposite direction, the man before me swinging anyway, now realising he not only missed but also left a huge gap in his defences. I concluded my spin by driving the shaft of my rapier into his ribs, the thin blade sliding easily between the bones.

A humourless smile graced my lips. "My only mistake was trusting you."

The man looked down at the blood seeping from his side, then back at me. A crooked smile appeared. "Well, that too, yes. But your big mistake was fighting a Blood-Elf with a pointy stick."

I jerked my arm back, removing my weapon from his chest and likely slicing his lung in half. He choked for a moment, doubling over...but then he stood back upright. His wound sealed, fading to a scar, and then vanishing entirely. My eyebrows fell together, my sword dropping from my hand. "How—?"

I never got to finish my question. As he swung at my neck, I turned away, tripped over my own blade, and the ground opened beneath me. I tumbled into the darkness.

I gasped, sitting upright in my bed. "Mythos."