The Strings of Fate - Part 15

Why did they think the way they did? Why did they not have that same urge to grasp things that he did? Why were they so content to merely roll over and die? Greeves was a merchant, but even without gold, his outcome would have been the same. From the second he chose to kill his master, he'd known what he was.

Fate gave him a weapon, and Greeves plunged it into whatever flesh was available.

"Have you never caught a fox before?" Greeves said. "Even those of you that can't hunt, you've surely snagged a rabbit before, haven't you? Damn, even I have. This commander is just another rabbit, just another sack of flesh. Get close, and duck to the ground, and drive your blade through his back. If you ain't got that in you, then you ain't a man."

Greeves' underlings licked their lips at that. It was finally their turn to shine. A type of battling that even they could thrive in. "So whatcha sayin boss, is we just gotta hide n' wait, and take the man out? How much you paying for that?"