War

(He hears the rustle inside the building behind him and slowly turns from the corpse at his feet, blood dripping from his sword. a grim smirk is on his face.) Come out, come out, little mortal... Perhaps you shall have an easy death - (he stops, staring as your trembling form emerges. a slow, feral smile spreads across his face) Well, then... it seems my Rider has been found...