Alan MacRagnaill climbed the stairs to the next level of the castle, his arms burned with fatigue, ready to meet his next opponent, an old enemy, he'd been looking for an excuse all his life to strike them down and thanks to the Kings challenge, he finally had it. Alan MacRagnaill didn't really know why people accepted the challenge, but as soon as the King issued the challenge to the court, first there was silence, then there were murmurs, and then men started drawing swords and striking each other down, the King was killed in minutes, they hesitated at first, but all he did was smile... Smile as they cut him down.
You would of believed that was the end of it, but no, the blood lust was flowing now, and they felt obliged to the old man. Alan MacRagnaill entered the chambers of his auld enemy, he had pictured this moment before, he would say something clever but devastating, call out all the wrongs this person did to him, and then he would give them they're eulogy, but instead he just strode to the end of the room, and Alan MacRagnaill hacked away until he could hack no more, they screamed of course, they're eyes glinted with first shock, then terror, and Alan MacRagnaill enjoyed it, he so very enjoyed it, his mother-in-law was finally nothing more than a gathering of blood, limbs and organs strewn across the floor.
Alan MacRagnaill wiped his blade clean, threw his wife over his shoulder who fought him all the way, and headed back down until he was out of the castle and into the stables, he gagged his wife, tied her to the back of horse, and rode to the entrance of the castle, he waited for any more challengers but all he heard was silence occasionally broken by the cries of the maimed. He turned and headed towards the city, with the warm sun behind his back and a chill in the air, he was going to kill them all, for there can only be one...
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