Name of the enemy

Mathew looked down at the bloody face of their opponent.

'Wasn't this too easy?' he thought, clenching his fingers over the handle of his ax.

It didn't sit well with Mathew how easily his group managed to solve the problem.

'After all the planning and worrying... is that all there is to this guy?' He thought. Mathew then slowly swung his ax forward, only to use the dull front of the blade to lift the guy's face.

Then, Mathew's eyes widened.

'Didn't he offer his left eye?' he thought while putting a furious expression on his face.

"Still, it's not me who lost the most because of him," Mathew said before shaking his head.

'How should I tell them?' the thoughts of the young man went into disarray. And it was all because of the fact that the face he just lifted had both of its eyes right where they should be.

'If he offered his vision, it would make some sense. But since he offered his eye, it should be gone by now!' Mathew gritted his teeth. 'He fucking bamboozled me!'