-Just my luck - Ivan said, spitting on the dead man's corpse as he looked at the other guard that has just arrived - Dork fest continues...
He had almost fully dressed the armour of his fallen enemy, with blood still dripping from some of its plates. Upon hearing the words of the newcomer, Ivan produced a prolonged, dark and sinister laughter. He could see the fear in the man's eyes and rejoiced in feeling his utter disturbance. The butchers had not been challenged by a real blade master since the Old Days and now they would fell one's full fury. Just a day ago he was one of the cattle, a disposable pair of hands working in the mines for the glory of the fat pigs that deemed themselves "masters". Now he was a warrior, he finally had the means to strike back and to make those who had been making his life a living hell fell the true meaning of terror. While he was planning his escape that very situation was perhaps the worst case scenario he had envisioned and he would never have been caught red handed had it not been for the time he lost time with the girl. It was funny, how in so little time his fears seemed insignificant. It was as if by taking the sword in his fists he had taken his life back. With the blade in hand, everything in his body was rejoicing of the fact he would be able to slaughter another one of those accursed bastards.
- Come here, scum. I'll show you exactly what happened to your friend! - he spoke very heavily, stressing each word with pleasure. - Stand behind me, girl- he said to his newly found companion and also the culprit of this situation, as he was taking the wind position, a balanced fighting stance that would allow him to counter any attack and avert his style to counter the enemy accordingly - This will be other very soon.
As he was getting ready to murder another of the man, whose kind he hated and despised most of all in this wretched world, a strong sound pierced the evening. The first sound was of unknown nature to him, as he had no idea what it meant. Perhaps an alarm of some sort? Sometime later, another sound came off, this time longer and more intense. Everyone knew quite well what this one meant: the time when everyone had to be home or hurry towards shelter, as the time of the demons and various other monstrosities had come. He had expected to be out of the city under the cover of exactly that time, as anyone even remotely sane, be it a soldier, a civilian or perhaps even the dictator himself, would be hiding and there was no one to stop him. "Perhaps my luck is not that bad after all." Ivan smiled grimly.