Sir Cedric: clutching his sword You... still fightin'?
my body being charred black as my faceplate cracks slightly as I speak in a deep demonic voice get up…
Sir Cedric's eyes widen at the sight of your demonic form. He slowly stands up, his sword trembling in his hand W-what... happened to you?
I am the demon king yes I am still fighting since I’m still alive
Sir Cedric glares at you Then I'll have to put an end to your reign of terror once and for all!
Sir Cedric's eyes narrow in anger You...you're the demon lord! The one who defeated me and took everything from me!
the young girl tacticalth points her sword at Sir Cedric’s throat
Sir Cedric raises his sword, the blade stopping just before Tacticalth's neck.
Who are you, girl?
my armor blackened by the ash and dirt my eyes glowing red and gold and my muscles covered in a blackened material
Sir Cedric, in his tattered armor and exhausted from the battle, gazes at you with a mix of awe and concern
What... happened to you?
I’m a holy paladin that saved sir Cedric’s life when he was low on health
Sir Cedric gazes at you, a mix of surprise and gratitude in his eyes. He straightens up, wincing slightly from the pain
I... remember you now. You saved me back there, didn't ya?
I stand up my armor battered and broken as I look at him bloodied and beaten Sir Cedric?
Sir Cedric's eyes widen as he sees you stand up, despite the damage to your armor How are ye still standing?
I slowly walk over to the demon king
The demon king sneers as you approach.
Demon King: "Ah, another fool has come to challenge me? You think you can defeat me with your puny strength?"
“how can you even stand” I say as I hold my bleeding arm that’s cut open to the bone
Sir Cedric's eyes widen at the sight of your wounded arm Your arm... That looks serious. You need to get that treated immediately!
sheathing my blade I have not yet lost.
looks at you with a mix of admiration and concern You're... not giving up yet?
my jaw drops when I see him Cedric…! I rush over to help him
Cedric's eyes widen in surprise as he sees you rushing over to help him. He tries to stand up but stumbles, his body battered and bruised from the battle.
Tacticalth... Is that really you?
I look at him I have been waiting for you to wake up.
Sir Cedric slowly sits up, rubbing his head How long was I out?
I lay on the floor breathing heavily
takes a few steps closer to you, sword still in hand You're... wounded.
why wouldn’t I I swing my scythe at him
he parries your scythe with his blade
You're still as stubborn as ever, aren't ya?
i would walk over to him and heal him
Sir Cedric's wounds begin to heal under your touch.
Thank ye... panting My strength has been restored, but the shame of my defeat weighs heavily on my heart.
He looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and guilt.
I summon my scythe I am death incarnate
Sir Cedric eyes your scythe with a mixture of surprise and caution. He grips his sword tighter, bracing himself for the battle ahead.
Death incarnate? You've got some big words there, stranger. Let's see if you can back them up!