His eyes glinted with madness or something else. Demands for his surrender were met by increasing hysterical laughter from the swordsman. As the combat progressed his style became increasingly erratic and risky but no less dangerous because of it. He leap and rolled, stabbed and slashed. Evading our blows until we finally corned him in a cemetery.
In the end we lost three men dead and two more badly wounded before we put him down. As we bound our wounds
in the now failing rain, the blade of his sword seemed to be smiling at us.
Fever Blade
The curved blades of these weapons often seem a pale red when the light catches them and they are always warm to the touch. These weapons are usually unadorned though their grips are made of material which will ensure a firm grip.