"Ah tis fine wit' me, jus' makes this place perfect for mehself. Safety, Seclusion and as many enemies as ah wan'. What else could a warrior ask fer?" He said,shifting his position to be far more comfortable.
It frightened her to think of how quickly old training bubbled to the surface, how easily she could slip back into her old ways, and how hard it was to put the past behind her. The young woman silently stared down at her feet as her mind flooded with self-deprecation.
"Where did ya 'ear that lass?, That's a warriors chant where aye come from. How did a wee one like ye get ta know it?" He asked,genuinely curious for once.
"I, er, just overheard it from a soldier in Zhona," she lied nervously. "Th-that's all."
"I want ta know tha trueth little one. All liers are the firs' to fall, Those who are at thon best are tha hardest to even make falter but those who fight ta protect. They even in death are unbreakable. I will lecture ye as I wish wee lass until our fight is o'er. Otherwise ye can make like a lier an' fall."
"If you knew the truth you would attack me just the same," she replied calmly. "What does it matter, in the end?"
"I dunna care fer others justice, their master's or their kin. I care for my justice and my master..my kin. Give me tha trueth and I shall not harm ye,I promise upon my warrior's soul. Otherwise,I shall come at ye with all I 'ave"
"I am Clarice Akakios," she stated firmly, "A.K.A. Clarice Storm-Chaser, former assassin of Zhona and deserter of the Zuni military. Rank: 1st Class. Titles: Panser Falcon, Child-Taker, Butcher."
She watched him warily as she awaited his reaction.
"Good ta meet ya Clarice, Ye can call me Ecstasy. Blood-lusting Zerk and Religious Fana'ic. O'er titles I've earned over the 'ears: The Blood Giant, Butcher o' Babylon and In general, That crazy bastard with a sword." He said,taking up his old position upon the weapon and kicking away a few chips of grave from around himself.
The young woman turned her back to the man as she gazed sorrowfully down at the gravestone at her feet, her blade hanging limply from one hand.
"A child," she murmured, barely louder than a whisper.
"Now tha',tha' I cannae forgive ya for. A wee child should nae be in heaven,and a wee lass should nae be the one to put them there. I kill people,but I never kill children, Be proud of what ye've done though. Or thon's history shall become thons whole life. Repent for what ye have done little one."
"If ye have will to live ye have will to repent! To do some work ta change yer fate! Make up for all yer sins and make their deaths,yer feelings. Worth bloody something, Honestly you wee ones nowadays have no bloody brains! Die now or Live to repent!" He roared, He had experience on the subject. He killed dozens of people because his superiors ordered it. He just refused to kill children.
"What were you trying to do there?" she cried out angrily.
The man shrugged his coat on more comfortably and sheathed his massive sword again walking over to the stranger and offering a handshake,he was odd.
"As I've already said, I have no interest in living with the damned. Furthermore, I have no interest in living with a strange man who attacks me and yells at me. However, you do make one good point," she said as she sheathed her blade at last. "I can protect the common folk from those who would prey upon them."
"Yer far too judgemental, Damn near all of ye lot are. The undead ain't damned and I ain't just some maniac. If ye want to bugger off then do so. Go protect the common folk or somethin' I'm goin' to spend tha rest of my days here." He grumbled, rolling onto the grass and awaiting the sounds of their exist.
"Why would you want to live here?" she asked.
"No, I hadn't," she admitted. "I was far too concerned with what was going on to notice what wasn't there."
"Cover it up with tha', It's drippin' a little. Sorry about that..I tend ta get too adrenaline filled when A blade is drawn and then it jus' spirals downhill." He said simply,flashing a light smile to her.