text: As these memories flood through your mind, you realize that it doesn't matter what he was.  It just matters what he has become; and that's a murderer.  He would drag the orcish armies into the grave with him, dooming Orcin to an eternity of rule by the Mannate Empire.
  
  
  Galik laughs insanely as you step forward, and you drive the sword down…
  
  
  In the last moment, Galik rolls to the side and the sword slams into the dirt.  You pull, but the blade does not budge.
  
  
  Standing, you cannot do anything before your foe slams into you.  His fingers dig into your shoulder as he draws a dagger from under his shirt.  He grins and chuckles as he lifts the blade up, intent on slamming it into your chest.  The dagger gleaming in the sunlight, showing you your final moments…
  
  
  Galik brings the knife down, your hand shooting up just in time.  Grunting you twist and wrench the blade from his hand.  Grabbing his shoulder you shove the knife forward into his belly, as it slides through surprisingly easy.  Galik gasps, and his hands grip your shoulders.
  
  
  You rip the dagger out and slam it back into him, this time some splatter decorating your forearms.  On the third strike, Galik's knees buckle and he falls back, guided by your hand.  As you kneel over him, Galik's hands grip your arms and shoulder.  
  > You stop
  As Galik's weak hands clutch onto you, your fingers curl around the dagger tightly.  But you toss it to the side, instead lifting Galik up and cradling him.
  
  
  "Why did you do this?" you ask.  "Greusim was my friend, I've known you since before you were born.  Why couldn't you just wait for me to come back, we could have handled this together."
  
  
  A weak grunt passed Galik's lips, and he pulls himself up a bit.
  
  
  "I'm…sorry…"
  
  
  The last breath passes between his lips, and his body goes limp.  You sit there, letting out a heavy sigh.  With a grunt, you lift up Galik's body, throwing him over your shoulder.
  
  
  In front of you stands Grolik, a bloody dagger in his hands.  He nods in understanding and steps to the side as you walk by.
  
  
  You go down to bury your former friend by the river…