Honor

The blood sprayed around me like rain, falling onto the rough road beneath me.

My opponent's fear was growing by the second, and I felt brief pity for the guards.

The pity was soon gone, though, as I jerked my sword from the body of one and spun, quickly giving a crude block of another man's sword. As his blade met mine, I pushed against it hard, and he stumbled backwards, caught off-guard. He lost his balance and fell, and I twisted my sword deftly into his exposed stomach. I saw a final look of surprise and pain, and was gone.

Barrage after barrage of attacks quickly thinned their numbers.

Only three more now.

Feigning to one's head, the man, panic taking over logic, wildly blocked. The momentum as I moved my blade away carried him away from me, and I quickly thrust my sword into his blade.

Two more.

The next was clearly very nervous. I waited, moving the tip of my sword back and forth, taunting him to make a move. When the guard worked up the courage to swing at me, I deftly dodged and shoved the sword through his neck.

Leaving the corpse, I spun on my heel to face the last, but he was gone. His sword still clattered on the ground, and I could see his form fleeing from me.

There were no more. Satisfied, I put my sword back into its sheath at my side, and was off again with wounds and exhaustion pushed aside, and I became nothing more than a blade hidden in the shadows.