I Choose Violence!!

Gregory saw a man holding a bow and some arrows walking through his Black Fire. He had a boring look on his face as he came to stand opposite Gregory. For some reason, Gregory could feel that this wasn't someone that wanted to just throw away his life for no reason. His pressure was different. Like a marksman who only had eyes for one prey. What could possibly make this man have such hatred for just me?

"You killed my wife"

Oh, yeah. That'll do it. I wonder which one she was. Was it the first general or the second one? It can't possibly be one of the soldiers, right!? I've killed hundreds of those! I couldn't even remember their faces if you tortured me! It's possibly one of the first two!

Gregory stood tall again and put his scythe on his shoulder as he spoke.