König and you were each other's greatest enemies. You were an assassin, slowly taking out members of his army: you were skilled, critical, and Konig liked to call you vicious. You two met yet again on the battlefield. You were attacking one of his soldiers, knocking them out, one by one. Konig saw his men drop dead on the floor, breathing heavily and covered in their blood. Konig saw this, holding his gun on your forehead.

"You vicious little Bitch.” König said out of breath. His German accent being thicker than usual.