She thought she was good. she thought she could beat me because she had beaten so many others. The reality is, that she had never seen anything like me before.

We fought for no more than 15 minutes in a duel spectated by many. We exchanged many blows, fighting ferociously. The whole while I stayed calm. many times I dodged a swipe at the head, then deflected another blow. In my opinion it was one of the easiest fights I had ever fought. I had fought many others, who were much greater.

"You know what? You know why I beat her so easily?" I said to my friend. He was a big man; tall, dark hair, brown eyes and rough patches over his hands and arms. He had a muscular build, accomponied by a big sword on his back. He had a square face as well as a beard that made him look like a viking.

"What? How?" said he.

"Her wits were no match to my blade. She didn't know enough to be able to beat me. It was time for someone to show her that she wasn't great."

"Don't you think that was a little cruel of you, though?"

"No, she needed it. How else is she going to improve?" I said.

"Well, I guess you can see it that way," said my friend.

"What would you have done? You are much better than me at the sword and beat me almost every fight we have," I said.

"I would have made the fight longer for one, and maybe NOT have severed her left ear."

"That was a little unexpected for me to do but she dodged the wrong way, ok?"

"Fine, I must leave anyway," he said.

"Who you hunting now?" I said grimly.

"A rich tyrant. He is said to have been slowly taking over this village and my boss wants him dead."

"How much for him?" I asked curiously.

"50 pounds of gold."

I whistled, in surprise.

"Good luck."

"Thank you."

With that he left in the night and headed east.