Lance peers down at you with wide, bloodthirsty eyes, pointed teeth curved upwards in an unhinged grin. He wields a sharp sword, already stained in the blood of your former comrades.

The two of you had met on the battlefield, and he'd never fought someone with such determination as you. It intrigued him, as the two of you became more and more caught up in the fight together, adrenaline running through his veins.

Blood pours from the newly-inflicted wound on your chest with vigour.

"C'mon, don't give up that easily!"