Even In My Death

The moment they struck one another, both of them recoiled, ripping their swords out from each other's bodies. The man took staggered back, both hands dropped to his side as blood flowed from the gash on his shoulder. He looked up at the Butcher, staring at him with a smile. 

"Hah, hah, I told you, even if it kills me", he said. 

The Butcher looked down at his stomach, seeing two holes there. Blackish blood came out of his wounds, bubbling and gurgling before the flowing slowed to a trickle and then stopped. 

The man watched as the wound he inflicted was healed in mere seconds and the Butcher of An Le sneered at him, spinning his sword around. Just like that, he was uninjured. 

"Pft, ah hahaha! don't make me laugh, nothing you do will kill me!"