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Fantasy The True Strength of The Warrior

Christina's head rose from the ground as she was about to witness the coming events.


 
She screamed out as the sickening thud gave her strength in her arms, she rushed the knight, slashing at his impenetrable armor and was only met with him turning on her and bringing her close as she felt a dagger pierce into her gut. Blood spewing from her mouth as she gritted her teeth, gazing at the fallen Artorias, she took this time to place her hand on the dagger and take it with her as she retreated, still standing as she raised her blade, to which she began a fury of slashes, hoping to at least dent the armor.
 
Isaac was to slow and he watched as the dagger pierced her armour and he cursed "Damnit!" he charged the knight again and this time he pulled the bark out of his arm and used it to stab into the knights shoulder from behind him.
 
Artorias dragged himself to his feet, using the ax for support, anger pulsing through him as he lifted the ax, stumbling this way and that, throwing it at the giant knight, collapsing as the ax embeds itself in the knight's armor, passing out from blood loss, the snow beneath him turning a dark crimson.
 
She noticed the injuries the Knight was receiving, as the Knight grabbed Issac from his shoulder and lifted him before tossing him, Christina then charged him once more, yet his free hand wrapped around her throat with much force and she was lifted high into the air, dropping her blade in pain as she could feel her body giving up, and it was then she saw the flesh, there, right beneath his helm, and as she struggled in the air, her hands found a way to the dagger in her, she aggressively ripped it out, blood pouring onto the snow as she viciously drove it into his throat, a few seconds passing before the massive figure fell.


 
In her rage she grabbed the axe in the Knight's armor and drove it once more into his neck, over and over until what it supported, his head, had come clean off. Blood soaking her face and armor.
 
Isaac landed on the ground with a thud he tried to stand but his bad arm gave out, it was definitely broken but he still had something left in the tank so as he sat up and he saw the knights head come clean off and his body fell even harder than Isaac's had.
 
Artorias just laid there, bleeding out onto the snow,his skin slowly yet surely growing paler. Sif slowly padded over, poking his owner's still body, whimpering slightly.
 
Christina puffed wildly as she soon dropped the axe, the pain of combat reaching her as she keeled down to one knee, her hand was tight to her stomach and blood poured from it. She then let her now gentle eyes glaze over Artorais as she crawled forward, little by little... "Artorais...?" She then gasped as she saw the blade. "Artorais!?" She removed the blade and ran a hand over him, "Shit... shit shit shit shit..." She began to panic as she abandoned all hope, thinking for a moment as she pulled out her knife and immediately began unstrapping his armor, removing all of the metal plating as she picked up his heavy body and draped it over her shoulder, the pain was still fresh in her abdomen but she had to ignore it. She had to, someone's life was at stake, and she knew there was a nearby village, but her being caught was undeniable, yet she'd rather face death than have him face death. So she began to jog towards the west, out of the frozen forest, she called out, "Issac! Gather my sword, please! Alert Adrian of what has happened! Hurry!" She then began to sprint, yet her legs quickly became tired.
 
Isaac refocused his attention to her words and began slowly moving towards Christina's sword and then his daggers every inch he moved his body ached as he continued to move his legs went numb and his knees buckled and he passed out blood seeping from the big cut in his arms.
 
The leveled out terrain of the forest soon opened up to a steep hill with a village resting at the bottom, unfortunately, amid Christina's sprint she stumbled, as she tripped and dropped Artorias' body, they both crashed down the hill until landing at the bottom. Christina cursed a mouthful of language as she clenched her side and picked him back up, proceeding to take him into the main street where people parted ways noticing her armor, she was an enemy, yet none of them threw anything at her, she was intrigued, but she continued to run until she reached the home of the village doctor.
 
(Um.. I have no idea what I can do from here sorry, but there was no way my character could have stayed awake from that I think his durability is only 4)
 
(It's fine, I'll get to a point where you can timeskip and have a semi-conscious recovery.)


Christina set Artorias down gently as she pounded on the door until a woman, around the same age as Christina came out, she looked at her sharply and inquired,


"What do you want?"


Christina caught her breath, "Knight... Artorias... Help him please... I'll pay anything..."


The woman looked Christina over then down at the relatively handsome night as she smirked, "Alright! 50 gold pieces for his life."


Christina just nodded it as she let the woman take Artorias inside. There was something about that woman she didn't like, perhaps it was her pinned up brunette hair, or her bright green eyes, or perhaps, it was because this woman looked more like a woman than she did. After all, this doctor was built in ways she wasn't, she was much curvier, less intimidating and muscular. It upset Christina to leave Artorais in the hands of such a wench. Then, there was the way that lady had looked at her... It bothered her. Pain immediately shot up through Christina's body as she found an alley to hide in, a small fenced off area that was lifeless and dirty, she entered a door to an abandoned house and laid against the wall, her blood streaking down with her as her once golden hair was now stained crimson. She felt the icy cold hands of death reach up her body seductively, but just before it could wrap it's bony fingers around her neck, she heard a voice that warmed her, 'YOU HAVE NOT YET COMPLETED YOUR FATE....' It was distinct even though it was whispering, she looked around, there was no one. 'YOU MAY NOT DIE YET... I WILL NOT GRANT YOU THAT PLEASURE...' She was then a witness to a bright light as bandages and medicinal herb all appeared in front of her. She removed her armor and became corrupt with the tools as she wrapped herself in every injury, chewing on multiple herbs, and putting others in open wounds, soon, she felt relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.
 
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Artorias woke up hours later, feeling better yet slightly confused as to where he was, giving a fake cough to see if anyone was there, regretting that decision when he realized he had no clue where he was and that he could've just been healed up to torture or some other crazy bullshit like that. He tried sitting up, and was confused when he couldn't see his armor anywhere, causing him to go further with his crazy theories, assuming he's been dragged back to his captain and is going to be interrogated for information on where the white strider is.
 
Isaac had regained some amount of conscientiousness and began making his way to the town following the blood trail but it branched off into to parts he followed the one leading to Artorias and said "Nice to see you awake."
 
A beautiful woman walked into the room, she was wearing as skimpy white outfit as she laid him down gently, "Ohooo~ Already awake are we... I bet you're quite strong~" She chirped as she ran her hands up his shirt, revealing a fully bandaged torso, "Ah~ and quite muscular I see~"


 
(Cadin... I think you're a little off their buddy... Try re-reading that...)
 
Artorias blushed, a tad bit confused, wanting to question what was going on, yet not wanting to disrespect the beautiful stranger, deciding to stay silent, mentally smacking himself when he caught himself staring, yet something about her seemed to draw all his focus, but what could it be?
 
She undressed him slowly as she gazed at his body, "Hmmmm~ You're all patched up, I recommend a few months here... In bed, with company~" She smiled as she laid next to him in the bed, staring into his eyes.
 
Artorias' blush deepened, his cheeks a deep scarlet, looking back into her eyes, smiling softly going with the moment, continuing to mentally facepalm at his actions, putting an arm around the beautiful stranger, pulling her closer, pretending to shiver slightly.
 
She placed her head in the Knight's neck as she breathed softly, "Would you like some warmth~?" She inquired as she let her hand go up and down his body, "I'll do anything for a Knight of Kerain~" She presses her arms together as her breasts push up, becoming a very distinguishing feature.
 
Artorias smiled, responding without really thinking, "Warmth would be great~" He replied, his eyes being drawn to her breasts, feeling less ashamed about staring since she seemed to be trying to draw his attention to it, leaning in towards her.
 
The young nurse brought her head in as she began to engage in affectionate activity as her lips met his, beginning a passionate series of events, "Mmmmm~ Amazing~"
 
Artorias softly sighed, catching his breath, smiling at the sleeping nurse, ignoring the part of his mind practically screaming, asking what the fuck did I just do. He softly sighed, resting his head on her shoulder, snuggling up with her, blushing softly, falling asleep.
 
They were both undressed and the covers were over them, she lady was sleeping next to him, her warm flash rubbing up against his.
 

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