And All Things Will End

You swiftly draw your blade from its scabbard, and wait for the man to come into range. His swings wildly at you in an undiscernible pattern, and it takes all of your skill to remain levelheaded and parry his blows. At length you find an opening, and you stab swiftly at the man. He is run through on your blade as his own falls form his unclenched hand. He looks at you and tries to speak, but it is lost in a gurlge of blood and saliva. You withdraw your sword from him, and he falls to the ground. You kick at him, and he does nto react.

The sword he was wielding was not his own, you can tell as much due to the way it was wielded. It could belong to the man he was tormenting.

You take one more glance at the mutilated body on the platform, then leave the mill behind.