THE MOMENT
"There will always be people to stand...," Sandy had fun during her fight to the throne room and through the guards. She was enjoying herself so much that she almost missed what the King said. She relaxed her sword and tilted her head at him.
"...wait, did you say 14th?" she asked. The King's obnoxious laughter echoed around the corpse-littered throne room.
"What's wrong?" the black-armored King asked as he rose from his throne. "Have you realized that there's absolutely nothing special about you?" He walked closer overflowing with confidence. The King was too busy gloating to notice what Sandy was doing. She sheathed her sword and was now focused on a small glass card. "You're just a child; a pawn in someone else's game. They sent you here to DIE," he laughed again. "Just like the baker's dozen before you. But, unlike those old fools in the council, I'm not eager to dispatch a child. Perhaps... I won't have to?" The King finally settled his gaze on Sandy as he made his offer. It was only when she looked up at him that he realized he didn't have her attention.
"What's your favorite number?" she asked.
"34!" The King answered instantly; and, he was just as quickly confused by his answer. When did he get a favorite number? Why did she ask him? Why did he answer? But, he wasn't the only one with questions. Sandy looked down at the card again and nodded.
"He's Unique," she said. "Now what?" Despite his offer to take her in, the King felt disrespected that she was ignoring him. She continued to do so by tapping and swiping at the glass card in her hands. After a few moments, she nodded again.
"Yeah, the quest is still active," she replied. "So, it doesn't matter that he's Awakened?" she asked. "Great! Thanks, Helios!" The King was glad to see the intruder put away her gadget; maybe now she could focus on him.
"So, what'll it be young one? Die at my hands like the others, or join-," Sandy interrupted him with a lightning-fast move. She dashed forward with sword at the ready and slashed through his black breastplate. It was a powerful, smooth strike that caused his armor to fall off in pieces. The King was surprised; but, he chuckled at the deep gash across his chest.
"Now that you see why no one else has been able to kill me...," he smiled at Sandy as his wound began to close. "...maybe we could discuss your fate. I don't actually want to kill you," he said.
"Don't worry," Sandy grinned. "You won't; I just wanted to test something."
"Your cockiness is undeserved...," the King shook his head. He pointed at his perfectly intact chest. "... and it seems your test failed," he laughed; and was interrupted again. Sandy took another dash forward to slash at him again. He saw it coming; but, didn't bother dodging. She couldn't hurt him.
"Nah, that was just a baseline," Sandy giggled.
"I've had enough of this...," the King said. He subconsciously reached up to scratch his chest; it itched for some reason. But his fingers were instantly coated with moisture and he looked down to see them covered in red, wet sand. Coarse particles were continuously moving in his wound keeping it open.
"That works pretty well...," Sandy nodded to herself. She seemed satisfied with herself as she smiled at the King. "...next one's going for your neck; it's nothing personal," she said.
"Wait...," the King defended himself even as he pleaded. He wasn't sure she would wait. "... I've been trying to end this without conflict! I tried with everyone; but, they still fought me! I'm not evil!"
"Yeah...," Sandy shrugged dismissively. "...but, according to my quest you are; and, that's still active," she raised her sword.
"What..?" the King asked.
"Don't worry about it...," Sandy charged forward and the King's sword shattered as she struck through his neck. He felt burning itching sand inside his throat as she finished her thought. "...according to Helios, you'll respawn as your normal, evil, NPC self again after this."