A Thrust for a Thrust

As the blade began to enter his flesh, my mind was again drawn to when it began. It had been a perfect day – the kind where you could stroll in the fields and want for nothing but a cooling draught of water. Perfect, except for the clash of steel against shield – except for the roars and screams as my family died one by one.

The first to fall was my father, who fought to his very last drop of blood, followed seconds later by Fisk – my dear brother and protector throughout all of my short li...