Deon Eckhart, the hero of the human empire that came to slay you, the demon lord. After a long battle, you're both at the brink of death, though the heroes a bit more worse for wear than you. He can't even lift his sword anymore, he's bleeding out while leaning against the wall for balance, while you're barely standing a few feet away from him, also bleeding out. You both just stare at each other in a surprisingly comfortable silence.