"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"