[A while ago, on the border of Sanctuary and Dawnstar (occupied by Faerunians) land. Sam's POV.]
The Burned Knight slammed into the land, creating spiderweb cracks — if the man was burned before, now he was truly scorched beyond recognition. The spark that had fucked up his face before had returned with the energy of a boiling sun itself.
He was dead now. Sam had pushed a whole lightning bolt through his chest.
So many had died because of them — what had this one done to deserve mercy? Sam did not like killing people, he never had. The war he had fought for the Eldoris had left a lifetime of blood on his hands. But this one needed to be done.
