Loth’s heart beat a thousand times a minute as he dismounted. He tried desperately to hide the shaking of his hand as he marched onto the battlefield, facing the undead soldier. The soldier raised his shield, peering over at Loth with his black eyes, holding his sword over the rim. Loth drew his longsword, bending his knees with the pommel just above his shoulder, pointing the tip of the blade towards his enemy.
The two circled one another, watching their footwork and stance carefully. Loth’s hands trembled slightly, his rusted sword shaking somewhat. The undead walked calmly, slowly closing the gap between them. He lunged forward in a harsh thrust that Loth quickly deflected, punishing him with a thrust of his own, stabbing into the soldier’s torso.
Black blood dripped out of the man’s shoulder, though not stopping his advance as he reeled back a diagonal slash from below. Loth twirled on his heel out of striking range, coming back with a cut across the neck. The tip of his blade dipped into blackened blood as it cut a thin line across the undead’s throat.
The soldier staggered back a few steps, a wide grin crossing his face as blood dripped down his surcoat. He pounded his arming sword against his shield once more, retaking his position as he raised his shield. Loth held his breath, bending his knees and taking the ox position once more.
Loth took the offensive, closing the gap by leaping off his back heel, throwing a thrust to his chest. The soldier caught the blade in his wooden shield, throwing Loth forward a few steps. The undead swung forward suddenly, cracking Loth in the forehead with the metal dome of his shield. He followed through, thrusting hard at his abdomen.
Reacting quickly, Loth attempted to dodge to the side, getting caught by the blade’s edge. It dug into his abdomen with a burning pain as the blood turned black. He fell to the floor at the soldier’s side. Before the soldier could act, he wrapped his longsword around the back of the soldier’s knees, slicing across with a satisfying sing of steel. As the soldier stumbled, Loth stood with a twirl, chopping downwards at his sword hand. Feeling a resistance, Loth cut clean down, severing the soldier’s hand from his body.
Following through with another twirl and a cry of effort, Loth chopped hard directly at the man’s face, the weight of his blade throwing the soldier to the floor. The cut exposed part of his jaw as it cut through from his temple down to his chin. Loth let out a labored breath as he lowered his blade.
“May you rest in peace this time.” he sighed.