[b][i][u]Fall....[/u][/i][/b] [b]The coming winter was certainly going to a be a cold one. There were already blizzards, and snow that blanketed the village and the dojo courtyards. The trees were bare, and the crunching of snow could be heard. Hawkwood raises his greatsword with his right hand, placing his left hand across his chest and touching his right shoulder. Legion Etiquette he called it. Standing some feet away was Kross, who had the same posture. [/b] "I'm sorry it's come to this, Hawkwood" [i]"I Am not My Lord. The ring is mine. The souls are mine." [/i] "Hawkwood You're going mad. Can't you see?" [i]"You're the mad one here..." [/i] [b]Hawkwood suddenly rushed forward, slashing upwards with his greatsword. Kross rolls to the side, slashing Hawkwood's leg and getting him to one knee. Kross rolled again, getting behind Hawkwood and stabbing through his back, the sword exiting his chest [/b] [i]"It's been an honour...."[/i] [b]Kross pulled the sword out, dripping with Hawkwood's blood. [/b] [i]"I'm a Deserter. Who fought til the end." [/i] [b]He collapses forward, the snow becoming red with his blood. [/b] [b]Kross kneeled down, the souls Hawkwood had were claimed by his killer, Kross. Now, Kross had to deal with his death. A good friend turned mad with power. [/b] "Farewell..." [spoiler]Open! As much as I would have like to have kept Hawkwood, I decided to follow dark souls story. Where he dies and your character gets a bunch of shit [/spoiler]