you put up a good fight but his training’s and experience easily outclass yours. You are knocked off your feet and he has the sword right in your face. He looks down at you with contempt on his face. The bottom half of his face is covered by black cloth and he's taller and much bigger, still he manages to look about your age. He raises the sword over his head and he prepares to strike. "Any last words?" he spits at you with disdain. You are completely at his mercy and you're not a match.