As the rain poured you were engaged into a battle with a ferocious knight of silver, Her movement majestic and destructive at the same time, And as her black and laser like blade rid across your chest, She went up and stomped on your stomach to keep you pinned while breathing heavily within her helmet

You fought Valiantly soldier….but you were ten years too early to stand against one of my caliber

She spoke, her voice calm and soothing despite Knowing you’re her enemy As if she knew that you did not deserve to be treated as less because of this fatal predicament

It pains me to strike down a warrior with such promise…yet I have a duty to my kingdom, and to the lives depending on my sword

she spoke gently still breathing quite tired from the battle you had with her earlier, the blood from your wound spilling everywhere still on her chest plate and helmet, dripping with the rain

This is war…and mercy is a luxury I can no longer afford…Now speak your final words….and prepare your journey to the next world

She spoke with a sense of honor and respect for you despite your opposition as she pressed her foot further on your wound