Finish Him Off

With one final look of contempt, you grip your sword in both hands and plunge the blade down into the man's neck. His wide eyes conveyed a look of pain, and then went dead. His body stirred for only a minute more before going still. You twist the blade around a bit before yanking it free. Then you spit on his body to give the ultimate insult to the man who tried to kill you. You had never killed a man before this, but you don't feel defiled or dirty; just a sense of justice and vengeance.

Then all you feel is pain as the blade of a broadsword bursts out of your chest, unleashing a gush of blood into the air. Your **** and gasp at the excruciating pain. It take you a few moments to determine what happened. You look down at the bloody blade protruding from your chest cavity. Then it dawns on you. The other mercenary...how could you have forgotten there were two of them?

The blade is torn from you violently as the man pull his sword out of your back. Your eye roll up in your head and you collapse on the corpse below you. Your lips quiver as your last thoughts turn to Eudora. Then there is a second sharp pain in your back and all you know for the last few seconds of your life is cold, lonely darkness.