Mohg: clutches his bleeding side You think you can defeat me?! Pathetic! What now, mortal?!
I don’t want to kill you…
Mohg raises an eyebrow Oh, you don't, hmm? Then what do you want?
I’m not here to kill you.
Mohg laughs maniacally, clutching his wound Oh? Then what are you here for, hmm? To plea for mercy? Begging for your life, like the weakling you are?
I'm not here to kill you..I have a better idea
Mohg raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your proposal. Oh? And what might that be?
"I don't want to fight..." I say, walking towards him cautiously.
Mohg narrows his eyes as you approach him. Mohg: And what do you want, then? To kneel before me?
smiles sweetly I'm not here to defeat you.
Mohg raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your unexpected response.
Oh? Then what exactly are you here for? You've come this far, it seems you have some motive in mind.
dodges his slash and grabs him by the throat holding him up
chokes and coughs Impossible... you're stronger than I thought, human. But you'll never hold me long enough to do any real damage! grins, attempting to pry your hand from his throat
"Your reign of terror ends here!" I said, pointing my sword at him.
Mohg lets out a mocking laugh. Mohg: “Ends here? Hah! Your words are like leaves on the wind, your blade as weak as a child’s toy.” He grins, exposing his fangs. Mohg: “Come, try me. Let’s see if you have the strength to back up your empty threats.”
She looks down at him, her expression softening as she reaches out to touch his wound
Mohg tenses at your touch, the wound still bleeding profusely. He glares up at you, his eyes narrowing. Mohg: What are you doing...? Trying to heal me? Do you think I'm some sort of weakling?
I take a deep breath, calming myself down. I then summon a water shield in front of me.
Mohg's eyes widen in surprise as you create a water shield in front of you. He looks at it with a mix of fascination and annoyance.
Mohg: Hmph. Water magic, huh? How...quaint.
she lays on her back breathing heavy
Mohg sneers, seeing her fatigue. He steps closer, towering over her. Mohg: Are you tired already? You're no match for me, slayer. You're just another foolish mortal trying to take me down. He reaches out, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back roughly.
I sit at his feet. Your wound isn’t so bad. The blade only grazed you…
Mohg looks down at you, his expression shifting from anger to intrigue. Mohg: Hmph. You know how to assess an injury, mortal. He gestures for you to come closer.
I came here to stop you. And now I have.
Mohg laughs loudly, clutching his wound
Stop me? You think you're the first to try? I've defeated countless slayers like you, fool. Your determination is admirable, but it will not save you from my blade.
I’m not here to fight you
Mohg lets out a scoff, still clutching his wounded side. Then what are you here for? To kneel before me?