Oleg appeared when the bell rung, as such was now his spirited fate. He brandished his two large swords; staring down the enemy before him, that would become a mere forgotten corpse. Left to rot just as the filth of the land that surrounded them.

Any and all whom his benevolent master demanded of it...

Every foe that would dare to inflict harm upon his master would be dealt with swiftly; dispatched with cruel elegance. He would never forsake his duty, even in death, and no matter whom it would be to call upon him.