"My name?" Bellowed the strange figure
"That shouldn't matter to somebody so close to death."
"If I'm to die I should know who bested me, as sure as you are of yourself you should at least have some pride in your name." I reply condisendingly
"If you need to know read my blade as it cuts your throat" and just as he finished uttering the words he swung his sword. I read the words crudely etched into his bloody rusty blade..
"Vill"