[i]“I will be your judge, I will be your executioner. Your corruption will not be tolerated for as long as I live…” [/i]

The Exiled Knight was kneeling, as if mocking how one would go about praying to the Gods on the road, whispering to himself an unusual -and certainly not holy- lamentation. Six town militia guard surrounded him, weapons in hand, intent on capturing the rogue knight. 

“Oi!” Shouted one of the militia men, who was clearly in charge of the small and unruly bunch. “Didn’t you ‘ere what I fuckin’ asked ya’?” 

[i]“For the good of Human Kind, your influence must be burned from this world through through blood and steel…” [/i]

“Oi!” The militiaman shouted again, obviously agitated at being completely ignored by the one he was trying so hard to intimidate. “Stop prayin’ the the fuckin’ Gods, they ain’t gonna’ help you now!” 

Eeiys’ lips snapped shut, and his head snapped up to meet the eyes of the agitated militiaman, his henchmen still had their weapons ready, waiting to strike at any sudden movements. A cool breeze followed Eeiys’ gaze, which was colder than ice, striking a little more than fear into the ringleader’s heart, though he tried his best not to show it. 

“I am not praying to your petty Gods,” 

The ringleader was taken aback for a mere second by the frankness of his response. “I.. you.. You know how much sum’ people will pay for ya’ corpse? Yar’ a pretty damn wanted man, yano’?” He sneered while leaning in a little close to Eeiys. “And me and the boys ere’ are more than willin’ to provide, heh heh!” 

Eeiys took to his feet. Whatever chant he had been doing either could wait, or was finished. He rose slowly but surely, not doubting himself in any way, despite being surrounded on all sides by men who had clear intent to kill him. This situation was not new to him, outnumbered combat was a simple process once you knew how to handle your footwork. 

“In case yer’ didn’t catch that…” The ringleader let out a gurgling laugh, one that would be more suited to that of a drunkard, “We’re gonna’ kill ya!” The militiaman drew his sword, and brandished it, pointing the tip to the still un-armed knight. “Got any last words, mate?” he sniggered. 

“Are you a godly man?” He asked, still as nonchalant and cold as ever. 

“Wh.. Yeah. I am. Now time to die, I hope you’ve made ya’ peace,” 

“Then there is no hope left for you,” 

The militiamen began to move in fast with their weapons, several taking premature jabs at Eeiys before he was in their range, and the ring leader took a careless swing, as if he were fighting a common peasant who had decided to resist. Eeiys swung himself under the arc of the blade without any effort at all, and moving himself in to position behind the ringleader, and using his shoulder to barge the man off balance and into the small horde of advancing militiamen. In one quick move, he was no longer surrounded, but rather being advanced upon by six badly trained town guard. Eeiys may have smiled under his helm, but he made a point of staying completely stoic in posture, not giving away anything. 

“We’re gonna’ fuckin’ get you, you shiny piece o’ shit! You think you can hit me and get away with it?!” 

“My Name is Eeiys of Uacteir, I was once a Winter Knight, but I have seen the summer. In the name of Human Kind and all that is good in this world…” 

“Get ‘im lads!” The ringleader screamed, prompting the mass of guard to break into a sprint towards the Knight. 

“…I sentence you to die” 

Eeiys drew his sword faster than the eye could follow and gripped the handle with both of his hands to provide more stability in the oncoming rush. The first militiaman to reach Eeiys made a clumsy swing while running, hoping to use his momentum to make a quick kill. Instead, Eeiys spun on his heel and lowered his body, using both his and the militiaman’s momentum to extend Frost which immediately tore it’s way into the man’s abdomen, almost completely cutting the man in half; a splash of blood soaking it’s way into the dirt underneath, and another choking it’s way from the man’s lips to signal that he had been instantly killed. 
Eeiys ripped Frost from the limp corpse’s belly and shifting himself into a one handed stance as a second militiaman came at him with a flurry of uncoordinated strikes. He parried the first with a circular sweep, the opening he created left enough time to make a backwards stab under his arm, directly into the heart of the guard who had attempted to get behind him, before sweeping his sword back around to make an upward cut into the still-stunned guard in front of him. The blade cut clean and there was an explosion of thick, red blood as it severed a major artery, causing the eviscerated man to fall backward, limp, onto the ground. The fourth guard was met with a riposting stab through the neck, the fifth had Frost driven upwards through his chest, and out through his eye, leaving only the ringleader, who now had breeches wet with urine and stinking of shit. 

“No! NO!” He screamed, backing himself away, dropping his sword in panic. “Get the fuck away from me, I don’t wanna die!” 

Eeiys approached slowly, thoughtlessly traversing the bloodied corpses of the rest of the guards, stepping over them without ever breaking sight of the gibbering wreck of the man who would have had him dead. 

“I do hope there is something for you beyond life. The Gods will not help you now” 

“Please!” he screamed. “Don’t do this!” 

“I am sorry, but there is no hope for one such as you in the new world.” He grabbed the ringleader by the neck and pulled him up. “On your knees!” 

The Ringleader knew it was pointless to make further pleas, even though he didn’t acknowledge that fact that to the Knight who had just decimated his entire squad without breaking a sweat. He just kneeled in the blood-soaked dirt, sobbing to himself, maybe whispering prayers. Eeiys didn’t care. 

“You will not be granted any last words. You deserve nothing.” 

Before the ringleader could even acknowledge what Eeiys had told him, the blade was already speeding down through the air towards his head. He didn’t even have time to scream before Frost split his head completely in two, leaving his body to slump back down with the rest of his comrades. 

Eeiys wiped the bloodstains on his sword off on one of the dead guards’ clothing before resheathing the weapon and looking around him. In the heat of it all, he had not noticed the sizeable crowd of civillians looking on in total shock, in total fear. He knew he could not stay there any longer, or the Winter Knights would find him. He just needed to find somewhere or… someone… where he could find respite, if only for a day or two. But with any luck, someone would come to him…