My mighty sword..

Rhehan took rapid deap breaths, trying to recover from the new shock. "Does that mean, I have to kill somebody with this sword. Gosh!! This is 21st centuary guys! I can't even hold a sword. What do I do??"

Rhehan again covered his face with his hands. "Who is Horus? In my previous life he was my father, in this life he could be...my....oh shit...f...f..."

Suddenly, realisation hit Rhehan like a jolt of thunder and his face grew pale. "My father!! Do I have to kill my father? Not just a father but a deadly father!! Davis!!"

Rhehan took out his hanker-chief from his pocket, wiping his sweaty face again. "How can I kill my father? I can't even kill a mosquito. Look at me, half of the time I am a damsel in distress, even in front of my wife!!"