"Missed us?", she smirked and took her sword out of her sheath.

The man stumbled and scrambled to get away, but it was futile. This was his fate. They were back, and they were back with a vengeance. Vengeance for her people. Vengeance for her family. Vengeance for him.

"Please, spare me", the man got down on his knees and begged.

How pitiful.

She walked to him and stopped when she was just right in front of him. She harshly took his face in her hands and lifted his head. His scared, disgustingly green eyes met her unforgiving, black ones. She was seething with anger.

"Why should I? You never thought twice about killing them. You never stopped when I begged you spare my family. You laughed while you killed him. So tell me, why should I spare you?" She grit her teeth and pushed the sword deeper into his neck with every word.

"Him. He's not dead."

She killed him.