i know it's un-Christmas-y, and i meant to upload this sooner, but i only had the chance today. Nyet. ._.
anywho

The sun is setting. The Lone Warrior stands with his sword infront, held at the ready, as his final opponent charges at him. The lizard mercenary charges at him at such a speed that startles the Lone Warrior, but it does not shake him, not to the slightest. With a loud battle cry his attacker aims his weapon at him and slashes the air, but is cut short. Wind blows pass as L.W. removes the blade from the mercenary's gut. The lizard drops down like a sack of stone, lifeless and bleeding from his wound.
The cat cleans his sowrd with a cloth and hilts it. King Sansore has tried and failed yet again to kill him, and as the sun sets the Lone Warrior wonders why he was attacked in the first place. Still, despite what the monks have told him, revenge is the only option here. The king will pay for killing his entire village. "I'll get you," he says, fixing his hat and walking towards the castle. "Sooner than you think"