The sharp blade could be seen penetrating the man's skull from side to side. Behind the hilt of the sword, one could see a huge smile. The grin was as large as a rogue having learned that he wasn't the father.
"I finally did it! I finally succeeded. I've finally had my revenge. All these days of suffering endlessly at your hand, but now look at you. Cold and lifeless, you lay there as —"
"You done yet?" The victim was already back alive. The monk was showing an exasperated expression. "You barely just managed to defeat me, why are you so goddamn happy?"
Dale understood it logically. This victory wasn't much in the grand scheme of things. But, it felt so damn good! He had been toyed with by the monk all this time. It was both a matter of salvaging his wounded pride and the clear proof that he had in fact been improving.
"Alright, let's go again." The monk wouldn't accept such an outcome.
