*You might ask what I thought of when my daggers rushed into his body. It was eerie but stagnant, the idea I mean. Fighting had introduced me to a lot of things, but it wasn't what I wanted. *
*I wanted a simple and quiet life, but destiny always had something new in line. Constantly wrapping me in the events molded with blood, it sank me into despair. *
*However a motive for fighting was a purpose I looked up to in this round. Ending such a vile creature who didn't deserve to tarnish the names of the dead. *
*With that, a wish grew within me. Strong and heavy, as it pulled me closer to the end. I have to win; my dagger needs to push deeper!!*
Raargh!!!!
Screaming with vigor and purpose, Daniel thrust his daggers deeper into the monk's chest. Knowing he had missed striking the heart in the attack, the new motive was to inflict as much damage.