"i'll keep going, i won't stop until i can walk right up to you and feel the life fading away from your cold body,"

"oh, you really like me that much huh sweetie?"

a step to the side.

"why must you always be so persistent on killing me anyways?"

the sound of a sword being drawn.

"you won't be alive to watch me die you PIECE OF SCUM,"

a lunge.

...

A parry of the sword, stopping damage.

A pull close, as if a hug.

The wet sound of a sword plunging into flesh.

cough

blood.
deep red.
the floor.
it was...
the floor...
was covered in it...

black.
thats what its fading into...

im drifting off...
its like...
falling asleep...

"i don't think so."

let them suffer