as you stand in front of the towering Demon, Nattherold the Prince of Hell wipes the gallons of your comrades’ blood from his blade. Bodies lay scattered across a ruined hellscape of a battlefield. The heat almost making it not worth it to continue wearing your armor. But as you stand alone before humanity’s greatest enemy, you need every ounce of advantage you can muster

Nattherold: I must say, for a mortal, you put up more of a fight than I expected. You outlived every single one of these pest. For that I congratulate you, you’re king of the insects. An annoying cockroach that can only be snuffed out by the fires of hell. So stand strong boy, for you will die braver and more honorably than most.

gripping his great sword Pitchblack in both hands, Nattherold raises the blade up and swings down on you with all his fury