"How do you like the feel of my dagger, Nord?" Thorius was paralyzed by the feeling of cold steel in his back. His two handed axe lay on the ground in front of him just a few feet away. It might as well have been miles away for all the good it did him now. He lies prone on some grass, a figure on top of him, pinning him to the ground. The figure had intertwined his legs with Thorius' to keep them from moving. The figure also had his left arm holding Thorius' left arm behind is back, while his right hand held the dagger. It was night time, but the full moon lit up the area quite well. There was nothing around them save for some hills and small critters. The figure had his face next to Thorius'. "You have been making quite the name for yourself, Nord. You've gotten a lot of attention in certain circles. You've certainly made a lot of friends. My employer, however, is not among those friends." The figure twisted the blade, causing a sharp pain the shoot through Thorius' back. Thorius involuntarily jumped, arching his back. The figure used his weight to push him back to the ground. "Did that hurt? I thought Nords were strong warriors. Where's your legendary resistance to pain now, Nord?"

Thorius turned his head slightly and clenched his teeth. "You sure like to hear yourself talk, don't you!"

The figure chuckled quietly. "And here I thought we were becoming such good friends!" The figure shifted slightly. "You insult me, Nord. Maybe I should teach you some respect." The figure drew the knife out of the wound most of the way, leaving the tip still inside. He angled the blade, pointing the tip towards Thorius' shoulders instead of straight down. He plunged the blade in again with full force. Thorius grunted loudly. He could feel the blood from the wound dripping down his back and around his waist. He started feeling cold. The grass dug into his face as he was pinned down. He tried to move his legs, but they were held firmly. He tried with his right arm to grab the figure. The figure let go of the knife, sat up slightly and delivered a blow to Thorius' head with his elbow. The blow caused Thorius' head to spin.

The figure grabbed the knife again put his head close to Thorius'. "I think it's about time I took my leave. I do have other contracts you know." The figure shifted his weight to his left side. "Goodbye, Nord; it was fun while it lasted." Thorius started breathing heavily, knowing this was his day to die. The figure sat up and pulled the knife out slowly, relishing in the feel of flesh meeting the blade. With the blade fully removed, he brought it to eye level. He examined the blade, turning it over slowly several times. He then grinned, looked at Thorius and leaned back down to his ear. "This is really going to hurt," he said.