Durial A few swings, a few dead. None remained under his might. How had it happened? Mere moments had changed his life, and yet he struggled to recall them. He'd been sparring; he knew that. But what had happened next? A light. Blinding. Something was wrong with the world he lived in, and suddenly, the rules changed. He was liberated. He was exhumed. He was free. And with another blow, another one fell. He walked past. Sparring at a party, it had been. It was the one thing he loved most, and he often enjoyed fighting others--whether for money, or for entertainment. Or both. But why haDurial
