"Ready boy. I am going to strangle you." He claimed as he clenched his fist together.
Advancing you came upon him and struck with your right. Blocking it he threw an uppercut to the jaw. You backed and checked your jaw, not broken. Deciding your style of combat for you had studied many you advanced once more. Squaring your body you wait for him, just a few paces away. Throwing a punch to your gut you let him through. It pains though only a grunt escapes you. Clasping his wrists you twist and force his arm behind him. Pulling as hard as you can you hear a snap, his arm breaking. Pushing him forward as he screamed you kick hard to the back of the knee.
Dropping to his knees Bley's faces opposite of you holding his broken arm like a newborn baby, cradling it. You take your chance and with a flourish of the wrist a knife finds its way up your sleeve and into your hand. Taking it to his throat you pull and blood splatters the walls and the door with a continues spray. His body goes limp in your hands and you let him drop.
A little later after gathering your things and relieving yourself of one more unwanted bother you left the room with a stained sword, knife, and fists. Cloak draped over your arm with prestige you leave two dead men in a bloodied room and return home where you can live out your days in peace. Unhaunted by your vicious kills.
THE END