Outside the Chapel of Anticipation, the Tarnished and a Grafted Scion; its long limbs of arms protruding from it's back, had stumbled upon one another. His heart, once calm and collected now races - pumping a never-ending supply of adrenaline through his veins as they fought.

The Tarnished' blade bites into the Scion's tough exterior with a sickening crunch. The Scion cries out in its own language, and he finished it off until he stood victorious. "..." Once he finished assessing the situation, he flicked his sword to rid of the blood that stained it's blade, slowly turning his head in micro movements onwards your direction.