[u]You hear a screeching noise as your sword penetrates Balthazar's back, tearing through his artificial spine. He whispers something to nobody in particular.[/u] [i]A death by the hands of an opponent.... Is better than a death by old age.[/i] [u]He slumps over, crashing onto the ground in a heap of metal. A maintenance robot comes and starts to drag his body towards a workshop. [/u]