Grey loomed over Fenris, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade:
"Do you know why you lost?"
Fenris could barely manage a weak groan in response, his vision blurring. It took everything he had just to keep his eyes open, to stay in this moment a little longer.
As the darkness started to close in, a realization crept into his mind;
'So this is death.'
He'd cut down so many others without a second thought, but now, staring it in the face, he felt its cold terror. He'd never expected to understand the fear he'd left in his victims.
Grey's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
"You lost," he continued, his tone sharp and merciless, "because you went against someone stronger."
Grey's blade gleamed as he raised it, steady and certain. He looked down at Fenris one last time, his voice chilling:
"You should have stuck to hunting the weak."
