I write this as of the conclusion of the below mentioned event.
I stood alone upon the battlefield, I had chosen the place I had chosen the time and the means, I was sure of victory, but the nerves before a battle are always the same. The price of death is a high one indeed.
I approached the final cave of my final destination. The overlord was standing there, arrogance, disdain for honour, he stood, as if challenging the air itself. Without warning I struck upon him, setting him ablaze, disapearing as fast as I appeared, in one quick blur, springing forth again and again, sapping his morale until he fled to the corners of the cave fleeing his fate, there was no mercy, I was hired for a job and on my honour I had to achieve it. At the end was at the start, I stood alone on the battlefield, my foes had been vanquished, I returned to the weird man whom requested it.
Honour had once more been sated, I did as I had promised.