Combat Con is coming up. This is usually one of the biggest events of the year for me. I’ve attended for the last ten years without fail. I think this will be my first year in a while without attending. This would usually be such a source of excitement for me, I would be pumped up for the preceding month and even for a month after taking home the gold. It just seems so mundane now. After the events of that thrilling and chilling night I find it hard to be excited for something so ordinary.

            I’ve still be practicing as a I usually would, just not with Combat Con in mind. Now I hone my skills in hope they’ll be able to help me if I am again posed with a strange and tempting offering. The last contract was exciting, and I wait till I get a chance to do another. Until then I’ll continue to practice me swordsmanship and to hone my body in preparation for the next.

            Since completing the last contract I’ve noticed a marked increase in my power. My strikes now carry weight the never did before and I feel stronger than ever with a weapon in hand. Perhaps I was not so far off the mark when I first suspected the man who came to my door that night of peddling steroids. Though my strength increase has not come from supplementation but seemingly instead from some supernatural source. Earlier I would have laughed this concept off but after what I say on that thrilling and chilling night, I consider it just may be possible.