[Arvedui III]

Rangar stood routed to the ground. The hate in this man's eyes was the only thing keeping him from turning around and running as fast and far as his legs could take him. Fear and panic, such as he'd never known welled up and threatened to consume him. His mind was working furiously, Please, please give me an answer. Why? The blood? It was mine wasn't it? Why can't I remember this? Rangar gulped as time seemed to stand still while this man stared at him, his hungry eyes alight with malice. Act calm, maybe you can get away. He thought desperately, then Rangar chuckled, "Covered in blood. That's an exaggeration. And of course I remember it, you're just like the others, you know." He said, trying to sound as if the statement was neutral while cursing himself inwardly for another stupid mistake.

Things only got worse. The man yelled and charged at him, sword draw. Rangar sidestepped, but that was about all he could do. Before raising another muscle, the man spun round and charged him again, this time yelling madly. Taken aback, Rangar ducked only just in time as the man made a swing at his head. This is unnerving Rangar thought, stunned. The man chose not to remise his attack, but instead stepped away, circling Rangar like a half-starved warg.
"I do not want your blood." Said Rangar, unable to conceal the shock and awe of this man in his voice. "You may not, but I want yours." The man hissed back. There has to be a way: stalling, think, think!

"You shouldn't hold a grudge." Said Rangar softly, unable to think up anything better. "Its high time you've paid for your crimes." The man growled in response. "It was an accident, nothing was meant to happen" Yelled Rangar by sheer instinct. Wait, what was an accident? Rangar racked his brain, but, nothing. This time Baroden, or whatever he was called, did not answer, but drew himself up to full height, which was considerably tall. Then, he produced a dagger as well. Rangar gulped, took a steading breath, then set himself in a defensive stance. If this man wanted him to die, well, he'd have to get past his sword first. Rangar decided, stubbornly holding his ground against this mysterious hunter.