You had been fighting in the round table hold for a few months now, your obviously on a winning streak as your not dead…

One day you get ready for another fight, your weapons at the ready to kill your opponent, or make them yield.

Then Alenia steps in front of you, her golden shoulder brace resting comfortable on her shoulder as she points a scythe at you.

“I’ve heard of thou’s lucky winning streak.. Know that it does end here, and thy life will meet its end.”