There she was, Apollyon, leader of the Blackstone Legion, standing over one of your many dead companions, your camp having been invaded by her and her alone.

Ah, you aren’t dead? Maybe you’re a wolf after all.

She said, looking over at you as you slowly tried to crawl to your katana, being wounded pretty heavily. After clutching the handle you got up, Apollyon watching with an intrigued face the whole time.

Well, show me your resolve then, and maybe you can live through this…