The Memoirs of a Maniac

As I slid on my knees, I could feel the smooth marble floor under my fingertips. My gauntlets long since lost, my helmet dented and cast to the side. My slide came to a stop and I turned on my left knee and raised my sword, Hunnin, in a guard position. I could see the blood drip from its tip. Hunnin had found its mark and had bit deep.
I looked past Hunnin to the enemy I had been fighting for more than an hour. He was on his knees with his back to me and I knew from the blood pouring from the wound in his side, I knew he had only seconds before he bleeds out. I walked around to his front.
I looked up to the only window in the room and the man that I had been hunting. I thought to see a look of fear or anger on his face at the loss of his champion but it held only a smile. My heart sank as I knelt in front of my foe and removed her helmet.
My wife smiled at me and said, "He told me you were dead. Thank you for freeing me, my love." With her last breath she slumped forward into my arms. The maniac slammed back to full control of my mind. This time. I let him have full control. I can still feel the blood that followed and hear the screams of those that followed my wife to the grave.
With Freya at my side, and both Hunnin and Munnin in hand, I became the maniac again and would not stop till the world was mine.