I began to feel very scared because it became impossible to predict his next move. I was still caught in this my web of confusion when I felt his dagger sink deep into my left hand and then tear me lightly at my right hand. This caused me to open my eyes sharp but just then he kicked me on my chest and I fell with a great thud against the cave wall.
When I recovered from this kick of his I looked out for him and immediately saw him with the help of my dim torch which fell off my hand when I was cut dive at me to stab me and I rolled out immediately and he stabbed the place I lay before we then stood up at once and with the rage already welling up in mel kicked out the dagger which he still held on his hand, stuck out the one he used to stab me but instead of attacking him with it I flung it away and motioned him to come as I got in the mood to tell him why I was named a fight freak at the village of the white monks.
As I expected he rushed at me to attack me and it resulted to a very tough battle of will which he had an upper hand as I was hit severally.
I fell to the ground for the second time in obedience to his kick, he rushed at me and I set my legs on his way making him to trip and fall also and again we stood up at once but this time I regained my balance more quickly than he did and in a flash I charged at
him and kicked him hard on his chest. This made him fly off the ground and fall into a wide hole which I didn't notice earlier just then a huge and very heavy block which
hung above the hole fell directly on him smashing parts of his body to meat paste. He did not move an inch after wards.
This eased the tension which I felt as I began to isn't heavily. I began to and inspect the extent of damage done to to my flesh.
I tried hard to pick up every weapon on him and those he had dismantled like his bag which I didn't know what occupied it, his bow and arrows then his daggers.
I wished I could see what his face looked like but I knew l could not lift the block off him and even if l could I believed his face would have been crushed beyond recognition by the stone.
I felt sorry for him and and guilty for his murder although he wanted the same thing to happen to me this is the feeling I was told that accompany the death of the first person you kill. I wondered why he chose to become an assassin instead of being useful to the service of humanity. I prayed he rests in peace.
My mind then drifted to the man who had sent him how ugly his heart is even as he claims he had dedicated his entire life to serve and redeem the course of humanity.
He is indeed a dragon in the clothing of a dove.
After observing few moments of silence for my only companion in this massive and dark cave I picked up myself and equipment as I got set to continue journey. I took my torch to inspect the rock which had tripped me and on it was engraved 'The Trap Zone' in a strange language we were taught at the village and this explained what just happened to my assassin companion.