"You want to know what the funny thing was," I sighed, "After all that planning and struggle, I didn't even get to end the battle myself."
"So, it really wasn't you that dealt Amon the finishing blow?" my companion asked.
"No, Luca did that… cut his head clean off his neck with a single swing of his new claymore," I answered. "It was such a quick death that the body had dropped to the ground before the blood spurt started…"
"I imagine that was a bit un-climactic for you?" my companion asked.
I shook my head. "Nah, there was plenty of fun to be had for everyone leading up to the moment Luca did the deed."
My companion chuckled. "I'm sure… How exactly did Luca get from where he was to claim the enemy general's head?"
I picked up the piece of wooden stick on the ground and used it to stoke the bonfire my guest and I were sitting by.
Below us, the sound of merrymaking was getting louder and louder.
