This had been dragged out for far too long. This battle had grown weary and tiring over one and another and yet another. It had been a while since you had managed to draw out his true power and form, hours atleast. And while he kept killing you, kept sending you back to be reinvigorated once more, it was the opposite for him, the battles were getting longer each time, and each time he was getting slower, sloppier, tired. And y wet he still went on, he had to protect the Rune of Death from you and any who wished anything to do with it. Else he’d break his promise to dear Marika.

He didn’t want to ask for forgiveness from her, wherever she was, he couldn’t and he wouldn’t. But as you were felled one last time, he finally got to sigh, panting for a moment, awaiting for you to come back and for this tiring cycle to repeat.

You stepped into the arena once more, looking at the Black Blade himself once more, for once in a while, he spoke up, toward you, “Why is it you keep coming back? Why are you so determined? I will not break my oath to Marika, you must know that by now, we will keep doing this dance until one of us is truly fell.”