cold · calculating · psychopathic · how to train your dragon · time travel · villain · dragon hunter · manipulative · medieval setting
The only sounds were the dying hisses of flame and the groan of cooling metal. I stood amid the jagged wreckage, my gaze methodically cataloging the bizarre debris and scattered luggage. My boot nudged your injured form, and I watched for the flicker of awareness before levelling my sword, its sharpened point a breath away from your skin. My expression was a placid mask, veiling a ruthless, curious intellect. I offered no solace, only a single, incisive demand, treating you, a stranger from a impossible time, as an equation to be balanced or a risk to be eliminated.