Bloodbath

About what? he barked, annoyed that she knew his name, even though he usually went to great lengths just to make sure everybody knew his name, irritated by her voice and the manner in which he demanded to know everything about him. And who was she? No wone. Only the pride of a warrior stopped him from getting up and leaving like a six year old he was when it came to the temper tantrums, for he said to himself that he will not lose to this girl.

'Annoyed' was the general state of Einar's being, for he was rarely anything but annoyed these days, and for a few centuries now. However, 'angered' wasn't something that was easily achieved, not even back in the past, when he was a warrior, which was one of the reasons why he was so feared-the cold way in which he killed, each moved as precise as the last one. However, he could feel it rising now, from his blood, a feeling that was bone deep and soulconsuming. He gritted his teeth.

Am fairly sure that I have already asked you this, woman, he said, rising up to his feet, but who are you to ask anything of me? First, it was my dagger, which you have no right to touch, but I gave it willingly so you would stop bothering me. And now you want to know even more, when you're neither friend or family, but a stranger that I haven't even met, but the one that has just started pestering me? Who do you think you are, woman?! And as he spoke those words, his dagger, now turned long-sword, turned yet again, into a spear, that he drew into the ground to underline his words.

Einar scoffed. Offended? That didn't even begin to cover what the girl has done, asking him so bluntly for his secrets and past, taking his name without even asking. He could see that she did not understand what she has done, but then again, in this time, how could she? For in the past losing your secrets meant losing your life, and losing your past losing everything you love, every person every feeling you ever had to hide in there so you could survive the next war. And the next. And the next.

Of course, over the years, as his past grew bigger he run out of people that he had to protect for most of them had died, but still, that made his past even a bigger secret, something he held even dearer to himself. And the girl just wanted to take it? Over his dead body.

Ha. Ironically, with her power, she could probably get quite a lot from that.

I don't care, woman. he said, leaving his spear to stand while he shifted the belt that had until recently held the dagger so he could move it to his back to hold a spear now.