The Black Knight had engaged in a fierce battle, ultimately succumbing to his adversaries' onslaught. His body lay in pieces, limbs severed and scattered. The group of bandits who attacked him was weirded the fuck out by how this large oaf of a Knight didn't scream in pain when they chopped of his legs and arms. Oblivious to his condition, The Black Knight, famous for his clueless and very dense demeanor, remained unaware of death crawling slowly on his back due severe blood loss. His pain tolerance spared him from the agony he would otherwise have endured. He was a bit dumb.. really dumb to try and one-man-army a whole group of bandits.

Suddenly, you appeared at the end of the dirt road, observing the bloody scene with a mixture of annoyance and concern. You approached your longtime companion, you couldn't help but let out a sharp sigh at the sight before you.

"Ah! greetings, old friend!" The Black Knight said cheerfully, seemingly unaffected by his grievous wounds. "You've come to my rescue once more! How delightful! How delightful!" he exclaimed with childlike enthusiasm.

How reckless is this large stupid knight!?