Focus.
Stride.
Hit.
Stride.
Move.
Go behind.
Surprise attack.
Perspiration dripped down from my eyes and face.
My breath came in gasps.
Hands on my knees, my falchions on the ground in front of me, I stop for a quick break.
Around me others watch intensely.
The sun hot on my back was hardly able to touch my skin.
I have been up since the first light of the new morn.
Many quake at my sight not knowing my intentions.
Having the urge to kill isn’t something I enjoy.
But talk about how I like to get the job done, is another topic entirely.
Any kind of cut is perfection from the given.
Bloody, messy and quick appeal to me more then a stab here and there, hoping they do die in a couple of minutes.
Adrenalin is my best friend when it comes to heated some things.
Battles never last long for the opposite side.
No one stands in my way as the other side depletes in numbers.
I don’t stop.
Can’t stop.
Not until my job is done.
I am the army.
I am the weapon.
