| Macleod had finished reminiscing about Maria Alvarado, it was now time for him to focus on the task at hand, avenging her brutal murder. "Reves." Macleod said bitterly. "Macleod." Antonio said as he drew his sword. The passion and skill in the battle that ensued were enthralling, but it came to the same bitter end, antonio kneeling at Macleod's feet, the Highlander's sword against the Spainard's throat. "Macleod please," Antonio begged. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't." Macleod said. Antonio knew there wasn't one. All he could do is kneel and wait. In the next moment, as metal tore through flesh and bone, it was over for Antonio Reves. |