As swords clash and bones break I start to see the horrors of man.

This sensless fighting has left me weak, but I must fight on.

My blood runs cold and so does my heart.

I can no longer show sympathy for any man.

‘Less I prefer a dagger to my spine.

I watch the blood from my blade slowly trickle down and wonder if it is all just a dream.

To my dismay it has only just begun.

I have been taught well and I must not let my soul be conquered.

The wounds through my hands hinder my abilities, but i must fight.

The piercings in my feet weaken my stride, but I must push forward.

The blow to my side leaves me weak, but the enemy still stands before me.

This fight will never end so long as their is evil in the world.

My enemy is the dark winged angel who betrayed my mentor long ago.

He has come back to obliterate my people and I must stop him before he too turns me against the one I hold close to my heart.