《Son of Sparta》Son of Sparta: Karma

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An arrow whistled above my head.

I hear a masculine voice call out as I seen his figure slowly protrude from the bushes. Definitely one of the ones that were quest stealing. A bolt was locked and ready to fire from his crossbow.

I raise both of my hands up in defeat. I slowly reach for my satchel with one hand remaining in the air; I decided to hand over all of my possessions without fight.

I hand him the bag and he snatches it. Wary of any tricks I may try to pull. He orders me to face the opposite direction while keeping my hands in the air, If for any reason my arms retract he will shoot me in the head.

I do as he says and allow him to search every nook and cranny of my person. Our height difference made it more difficult for him to frisk me, causing him to bend down with a little more effort.

The back of my head crashes into his chin.

I redirected the bow as he shot, missing his target and hitting the dirt. He pulled out a knife and attempted to stab my side. I interfered with my hand, allowing him to pierce my palm. Taking advantage of the distance, I struck his chin and tackled him to the ground.

As we fell to the floor he released his hold on the knife.

Which was a mistake on his part.

I quickly aim the point of the knife at his neck. His hands feebly stopped my attack. I curse as I could feel he slowly was gaining his strength back.

I start to feel desperate. My heartbeat began to quicken as thoughts started to swarm my head. It's either me or him at this point. I have to kill him. By any means...

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He Has To Die.

I ceased my stuggle to puncture his neck for a second, which gave him a false sense of hope.

Ignoring the searing pain in my injured hand, I reached for one of his eyes. His screams echoed from under me but I could not hear a sound. This no longer felt real.

I crush, twist, and pull the slippery piece of flesh from its' socket. The nails from his hands dug into my arm, drawing blood. I could not feel a thing. This felt like a dream.

Taking advantage of the situation, I grab the knife and create an incision about two inches deep on his now un-guarded neck. Making sure to cut and rupture any major blood vessels. His screams morphed into low gurgles as he choked on his own crimson fluid. I seen the life fade from his eye as he slumpt over. He was dead.

I search his body and take everything he had on him and things he stolen from me.

I ran as fast as I could without looking back. I felt each and every breath I took getting heavier and heavier. My vision grew hazy and I think I am about to lose consciousness.

Regardless, I continue moving.

In the distance I start to see the outline of a few houses.

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