A Tale of A Thousand Years Ago [7]
I hurriedly picked up my clothes from the ground and wrapped them around my body. They were torn previously by the bastard, but enough fabric was left to keep me from being naked.
After that I turned toward the man, he was struggling on the ground as the fire burned his skin, he tried to scream but every time he opened his mouth all that came out were gulps of blood.
I wandered a bit close but kept enough distance, so he could not attack me. After all, reaching him was not my target. I bent down and picked up a long, cold, and heavy piece of metal in my hands.
It was the bastard's sword, he'd discarded it along with his armor when he was undressing. The sword's size was too much for my little hands, but I had only the slightest difficulty lifting it, since I was used to carrying heavy things back home.
My eyes shifted back to the burning man, for a moment I stood there with my gaze locked on him while I held the sword up with both my hands.