Gregor fell to his knees and slumped over with his hands in the air. Exhausted from the effort and yet still shaking with fear. The man stood in front of Gregor and watched him for a moment. Gregor looked up and him and saw the wet blood on his sword.
The man with the tattoos placed the skull mask on his head, but kept it pushed back so that his face remained visible. He was breathing heavy and looked at Gregor with eyes that were still filled with the battle. The smile on his lips verged on madness and showed a glint of his white teeth.
He raised his sword into the air with his left hand and raised his right hand into the air, palm up. The man gestured at the scene that was finishing behind him, and the bodies that lay around the camp. He raised his eyebrows, and Gregor was unsure whether his gesture was a statement or a question about what had happened. The man walked closer to Gregor and looked Gregor in the eyes. Both men stayed motionless for a time, and then Gregor began to shake his head.
"I don't know who these men are. I was not responsible for this. My men, my lictor's all fell, as far, as far as I know. I did not see, you, you would know more then I did. Baran's balls please, I know nothing."
The man with the tattoos tilted his head to the side at Gregor's pleading. For a moment the absurd fact that this murderous looking man resembled a confused dog wormed its way pas the fear into Gregor's mind.
"Baran." The man barked. Gregor's eyes widened.
"Baran?" Gregor asked.
"Baran!" The tattooed man shouted and thumped his chest with his right hand.
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