Gonna Let It Burn

Vincenzo's life had grown as silent as a rotting corpse. Vyper had fallen, there was no sign of Basileus or Enrico, even the women he'd met whose company he'd been able to take pleasure in had fallen away. Silent. Dead. He had no idea what to do with himself any more and part of him wondered if he shouldn't just simply return home and face his own execution. What was the difference anyway between a corpse that was breathing and one that was not?

He found himself on the battlefield. If anything could rekindle his fire this was it. He'd been a fighter, battling for his life and others entertainment when Enrico had found him. Perhaps fortune would again turn her sight to him. As he maneuvered through the field he heard a call go out and swiftly moved to follow it. He arrived to see a large older woman and a strange looking man who asked if she was looking for a spar. Bah! He was to late but he approached the pair with a smile. "Hello, you both fight, yes? What if we do three. We three fight each other. Or I can wait and watch. I am late so I know." English was coming to him better each day but there were still stops and starts and a grasping of words. A desperate attempt to snatch them up before they tumbled haphazardly from his lips.