After his dazzling display of swordsmanship, the ever-growing crowd of townsfolk was both bewildered and confused. Blood Diamond looked out upon them watching them intently, listening to their conversations. "Who is he?", "Where is he from?". These questions whirled through their mouths and ears, a rising storm of questioning voices growing ever more desperate for answers. At least that's how he saw it. However, just as he was about to defeat the villainous necromancer and save them from near-certain demise, he felt a small, tingling sensation on his right wrist, followed by more in various locations on his arm. He halted his movement, daring to chance a look down, and what should he see but an ever-growing crowd of flies, crawling over him, more dropping onto his sword arm every second. As Diamond began to panic, he nervously glanced around him, stopping and staring in disbelief at the black insects rising from the cracks in the street, slowly unfurling their tiny, fractured wings. The sight was unnerving, to say the least. Before the hero could ask, his opponent spoke slowly, but loudly, "So... If I disarm you, I win, right?"
"What are you doing?" The plague of flies kept coming, weighing down on his sword in hundreds. He attempted to swing his brilliant blade, but it reflected the sun no more, tainted by the black mass surrounding it. So this was the extent of his necromancy! As more piled on, he felt his sword grow heavier, becoming much harder to swing, and making the task of balancing on top of it rather easy for the miniature army, crowding into every available spot, standing atop their fallen comrades. They may not have weighed much individually, but with their indescribable numbers together, they felt like lead, and the wanderer's weapon slowly sank to the ground, as the strain on his wrist became too much. The sword would have to travel the last few inches to the ground in freefall.
"I've been defeated". This was the time that he would show them who he was, the time that everyone would see not just a lunatic in an odd costume, but the hero known as Blood Diamond, their savior! And yet now, he stood there, hunched over from the weight of the flies, as they too crumpled to the ground, hollow shells, bodies without spirit. But above all of the loss, all of this missed opportunity, there hung a dilemma. "What do I do now?". He had never lost a duel like this before, and now he was faced with a conflict in his own values. If he let the criminal go, he would fail, and the evil sorcerer would triumph. However, if he picked his sword back up and disarmed the man anyway, forcing him into a prison, then his honor as a hero would be forever tarnished. Either way, he could never earn the respect of the people living here. All of his life, Blood Diamond had imagined his mother and father watching over him from a distance. Yet now all he could envision was those dear parents' faces obscured by their palms, disappointment oozing out of every orifice. Before making a final verdict on what to do next, he wanted to know one thing: "Who is it..", he spoke softly, his eyes making only half an effort to look up, fearful of catching those of the victor, "That has defeated me?"