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Fantasy The True Strength of The Warrior

She thrust her blade towards his throat before the blow had struck, time almost standing still as she prayed for the outcome of the battle to be decided.
 
Artorias had silently watched the fight, smiling at the quality of the fight, quite amazed at how this has turned out, and at Christina's remarks. He leaned on his greatsword, watching this all calmly, ignoring the small part of his mind wishing for a battle to the death, quite content at the moment with a mockery of the captain's skill. He stood still, time seeming to have stopped, Christina having thrust her blade towards Mikhail's throat. He smiled, the darker part of him wishing for a fight to the death sastified there might be a death.
 
Mikhail felt time slow as the blade came closer and closer to his throat. He could tell- this was it. It was sad, really- dying, surrounded by people who wanted nothing more than to see him dead. But he couldn't have chosen a better way to go out.


He felt the blade pierce the armor and fur around his neck, pushing his helmet aside. The stab was so clean he didnt feel pain at first. With a silent cry, he slammed his fist with his dying strength into the White Strider's gut. Then, black.
 
Artorias looked on in awe, shocked at the outcome, yet deep down he cheered, not only for Christina, but also for the death of his former captain. Artorias took off his helmet to get a better look. He slowly walked over, looking at Christina with a small smile. "Christina, I wanted to tell you something," Artorias slowly stepped closer, cautiously wrapping his arms around her, tears streaming silently down his face, "I'm sorry, for everything. I'm sorry that I fell for that skank playing doctor, and I'm sorry for leaving you at your funeral," He sighed, resting his head on her shoulder, "I don't expect you to forgive me..." He softly smiled, pulling away from the hug, "also..." He softly kissed her cheek, "Thank you for the fun times."
 
(Killing off Mikhail was way harder than i thought it would be... i kind of liked him)
 
Christina wrapped her arms around Artorias, "I have to tell you something as well..." She cried tears of joy into his shoulder as her stomach yearned for care from her hands. "All you have done... I have forgiven, I love you." She kept him tight to her as her wings fluttered a few times.
 
Artorias looked shocked, sure he expected this, even considered it, yet it seemed special, being stated aloud, blushing softly. "R-really?" He whispered, reaching out to touch her wing, smiling like an idiot. "This sounds like a gift straight from Myran," He smiled, "She sent me an angel." He chuckled, "just had to add wings to make sure I knew."
 
She laughed as her arms were tight around Artorias, she loved this man with all her heart, and wanted him to feel it beating in her chest, through her armor, and connect with his. "Really..." Her words were gentle as she spoke, backing up a little bit before planting her lips against his.
 
Artorias smiled, his blush growing deeper, his cheeks a soft scarlet color, his heart hammering away in his chest. He eventually pulled away from the kiss, looking down at her. "I love you Christina." He whispered, finally opening up with his feelings about her, although he thought it was rather pointless at that point, she already knew.
 
She smiled and put her forehead against his, the sun shining down through the clouds as patches of land around them began to brighten, rays of light piercing the dark clouds that had loomed overhead.
 
(Part 1 COMPLETED! The new skill points post will be added shortly.)
 
(Okey, be sure to go an edit your char description.)
 
(Pleaseeee, it was all of you.)


 
(Pleaseeee, it was all of you.)
 
(Well yeah the fight scene was really awesome to, but my character still has an arrow in his mid-section from his fight so I have no idea how he's standing right now.)
 
(I'll cover that in the starter... it'll be long enough to explain all that has happened.)
 
Six months were to pass in their world, Christina and Artorias moved out towards a mountainous region and found a lush place filled with nature's light every night, beautiful water and moderate temperatures. Together they had built their home and lived together, married. At the battlefield six months earlier, Christina had healed Issac before setting him loose and giving him advice on what he should do, she had instructed him to go to King Trest and become a legendary soldier, to carry the title of the White Strider as it was wisest the world never knew she had survived the execution. After disappearing into the mountains, Christina became pregnant and was in her first few weeks when the problems began to occur.
 
Sekeolath: He slowly walked amongst a fresh battlefield, speaking in a strange language, ignoring the twitching of the dead as they began to rise, nor did he react as the living undead followed him, quite unconcerned, walking towards a dark spot in the sky, staring straight ahead.


Night: He slowly floated down, looking at the sizable group of undead behind Sekeolath, a wicked grin upon his face. "Good, soon the army will be complete, and we can finally rid this world of those two annoying lords." Night chuckled, imagining the possibilities after the two kingdoms were reduced to dust, imaging the punishments for all whom dare oppose his rule.


Artorias: He smiled, snuggling up with Christina. "Morning dear." He whispered, playing with her wing, softly kissing her cheek to try and wake her up.


 
( Tell me, which do you feel I did best between Night Raven and Sekeolath? )
 
Her blue eyes remained shut as her wings played back with his hands, she was awake but her eyes were not just ready to accept the light coming in through the window of their freshly built house. The morning air was gentle as a breeze rustled the leaves in the trees outside. She had smiled a little as she felt her wings making contact with him, the sweet touch of his lips on her cheek.


 
//Combine them when you speak, don't waste energy :P You play them both equally and immensely well.
 
Isaac carried name with pride giving the soldiers new hope and striking fear into the enemies as he rode into battle knowing it's legacy and it's predecessor he had to preserve the good name Christina had set for him but there were something that would never change he was still cocky and arrogant, he still only used his two daggers and bow as weapons, and he would still never leave a soldier behind while he was there, but now wearing actual armor and was an actual leader that people looked up to.
 
( eh, I just like separating characters )


Artorias smiled, a small mischevious look in his eyes, rubbing her wings slowly, "Oh Christina~" he softly whispered into her ear, trying to get a reaction out of her.
 

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