Outlaw

“This is the end,” spoke the knight, “or shall I say, your end.” “You will fall,” sneered the other, hacking the air before him with his heavy battleaxe. “You,” spat the knight as he pointed his sword at his opponent, “shall not live to see the sunrise.” He immediately regretted what he had declared. “Fine, if I see the sun, you lose and die.” “There is no one here to witness what I had just said,” he paused, letting a sour expression creep onto the warrior’s face, “but I shall keep it.” The warrior toyed with his battleaxe and pointed at his own forehead. “If you can even scratch my forehead, you win. I doubt this will last more than five minutes.” “Agreed. Enough of this junk, start!” almost instantaneously, the knight disappeared, wanting to surprise the axe wielder from the back. But the latter knew his style and slammed his axe into the space behind him. Doing so, he used both of his hands. A whisper was heard, “Not bad, but end of show.” Holding his dagger in his free hand, he reached up and marked a single line across the warrior’s forehead. The warrior, totally taken by surprise, stood there, aghast, then he closed his eyes, deep in thoughts. “That’s what you think,” the warrior said, despite his promise, “The real show has just begun. Good will always overcome evil, I will never lose” Sighing, the knight jumped out of the warrior’s way and concealed himself. “In a battle, my friend, what you fight for doesn’t matter. How you fight does.” His voice seemed to come from all sides and the warrior was unable to distinguish where it came from. “ I’ll never be your friend you son of the –“ Everything halted. The breathing of the man not far from death paused, even the passing wind ceased. After a long silence, the knight spoke, “What did you say? WHAT DID YOU SAY?!” The warrior smiled and replied, “bitch.” “Never insult my mother I’m telling you! NEVER!” The warrior’s head went flying and blood was spilled onto the ground. The knight walked away as if nothing every happened. So, he thought, I have not choose the way of the knight, the one I’ve always wanted, but the way of the outlaw. Having killed such an important warrior of the city, the knight found no other category that he could classify himself in. the people in the city would never look at him like a normal person now. He was an outlaw. What would he do now, as an outlaw? Rob? Steal? Or kill? None suited him. I need to find a place to settle down. He walked away from the scene of murder, never to be seen again. The crimson sun rose, marking the start of a new day.