The drip drop of liquid echoed along the tunnel. Its stone walls amplifying it eery sound. The tunnel was damp, every surface coated in some unknown substance. Lit only by tiny lamps that seemed to be swamped in the darkness. Deep scars of combat were present on every surface. For generations it had been a place of tuition. A young warrior would hone his senses here, quicken his reflexes, learn his quarry.
Alone stood an Eldar Noble. His body swathed in a black tunic, he wore no cloak, nor armour, just two ornate blades. Gold adorned their hilts in a magnificent fashion, shining warmly in the low light. The shorter of the two was a symbol of his house and status, though only of a lower house, he still wore it with honour, its purpose more decorative than practical. The other long and slender, its serrated used to cause agony to its victims. This he had been given by his tutor, today he earned his right to wear it.
He smiled, a long thin smile. His face bore no marks of age or combat, its features slender and beautiful. Long he had waited for this day. He brushed his dark hair from his face and unsheathed his sword, feeling its balance. It whirred gently as it cut through the air.
He could smell blood. Its sweet aroma filled his nostrils. 
His footsteps made almost no sound in the blackness as he advanced towards his prey. A muscular man who held a crude combat blade of Imperial origin. He had short trimmed hair, “probably a guardsman from some human colony” the noble thought, not that he cared. His shredded combats clung to his frame, preserving at least a little of his dignity.
The nobleman was almost upon the man, only a few feet away. He studied the ground, maybe this man was not as stupid as most humans. He stood in the centre of a large pool, totally still. There was no way to approach without being spotted.
“I’d better just kill him normally then.” The noble considered. He scraped the blade along the stone wall, it sparked and screeched in pain. The man jumped the sound, spinning around quickly, he stared at the Eldar Noble. That moment of inaction was too long, with inhuman dexterity it leapt into the air and kicked him in the side of the head.
The noble laughed to himself, pitiful specimens. He looked forward to fighting some more worthy of his time, but for now he would enjoy this kill. The man leapt up, slightly dazed, it stood thinking for what to the noble felt like an eternity, but was less than a second to a human. The pathetic creatures charged at him.
The noble easily parried its blade away, kneeing it in the chest. He could feel a rib or two crack traumatically from the blow. The man squealed in agony as he felt the back of his leg sliced clean open. He collapsed to the floor, pulling himself away with one arm while holding his blade up, ready to defend himself. 
The noble looked at his quizzically for a second, did it really think that pitiful sword, if it could be called a sword at all, would defend it. He toyed with the idea of killing it with its own blade, but decided against it, he wanted the pleasure of taking his first life with a more delicate weapon.
He unsheathed the monomolecular blade of his house.
The man rushed at him, one last desperate attempt at life, although it was likely that he would suffer a more horrific death, one that lasted for years at the hands of a haemonculus if he killed someone of such stature.
The noble reacted too late, the sword clipped his arm causing pain to shoot up his nerve.
“Dammit.” He roared in anger, “Cut by a lowly human.”
He turned to look at the man. It stood in a defensive posture, defiant as one last gesture. Maybe he should let it live he thought, let it be tortured, he shunned it from his mind, best to get it done now.
He stepped forward, allowing the man to lunge at him. He parried it with one blade before bring the other down upon the arm, severing it at the elbow. Before the arm had hit the ground he kicked the knee joint hard causing the man to drop to the ground. Blood spurted from his amputation staining the world red.
The man cowered blow him.
“You see what you made me do, this is too quick for the likes of you!” He shouted. He took his house blade, slicing deep into the man’s chest. Bone and organs were cut with almost no resistance. He smiled as he reached down, pulling the man’s still beating heart from his chest.
“Scum..” he spat as he walked back down the tunnel, the man’s now limp corpse draining blood onto the floor.
