text: Knight takes a deep breath and places her hand on the door. She feels the weight of a body leaning against the thin wood. With all her rage, the knight plunges her blade through the door impaling the man on the other side. Knight begins sawing upward, splitting the man’s torso in two. Blood mixes with the sawdust turning to a thick red paste. Knight rampages through the door leaving small jagged planks still attached to the hinges. The robed man with the pendant sits at his desk paralyzed with fear. He reaches for a small bottle containing a black liquid on his desk. Knight pulls a throwing ax from her belt and hurls it at the man. The ax strikes his hand, sticking it firmly to the desk. He lets out a shriek that could crack windows as blood soaks the desktop. Knight picks up the bottle and looks at its contents. The liquid swirling around inside appears so black it's as if knight was staring into the void. She tucks the bottle into her belt pouch and shifts her focus back to the robe. Knight pulls the ax from his hand and rips the desk out of the way. The desk slams against the wall into a torch knocking it to the floor. The robed man trembles clutching his hand as it gushes blood. The man sneers.. Robed man: “who are you?” Knight grabs the pendant and rips it from his neck. The desk begins to catch fire lighting up the room revealing her silver eyes through the helmet visor. She stares deep into his eyes with an anger that burns his soul. Robed man: "Those eyes...I know you" Knight begins digging her blade into the robed man's chest as slow as possible to inflict the maximum amount of pain. He begins screaming again and flailing his arms wildly trying to stop knight from taking his life. Knight raises him high above her head impaling him further and showering herself in his blood. Knight lowers him down near the fire and using her foot, slides the robed man off the tip of her blade. His body drops onto the burning desk. He cries out rything pain as his body begins to burn. Knight stands blood soaked and watches until he falls silent. Knight gazes at the pendant with sadness in her eyes. She ties the pendant around her neck and tucks it inside the armor to keep it safe. Having heard the screams, more robes down the hall sprinted towards the door to see what had happened. Knight slowly exits the room, blood still dripping from her armor. The robes come to a screeching halt as the gaze in awe at a blood soaked knight holding the most formidable blade stepping from the flaming room. The robes all pulled small bottles of black liquid like the one knight took, and began drinking them. Their eyes dilated and their breath rate rose. All the robes hunch over like a pack of wolves about to charge in for the kill. Knight looks to the ceiling and unleashes a roar that shakes the trees. She charges into the group ready to paint the stone walls with their gore. The robes thrash their swords in an unorganized fashion. Taking advantage of her more advanced training, knight methodically counters the robe onslaught. Blood and limbs fly through the air hitting the floor with a mushy thud. The sound of banging metal echoes up and down the corridor. A robe raises his sword to protect his face from knights blade but his flimsy steel shattered under the weight of the saw blade. Knight buried it deep into his head adding another tally to the saw blades kill count. The robes body is kicked to the floor before knight continues cutting through the group. When the last body fell, knight stood among the bodies covered in their blood and a little of her own. She drops to her knees out of breath and slowly cleans her blade using a piece of robe from one of the bodies. Knight gazes down the corridor and sees another massive door with the tarantula wasp insignia. She hangs her head taking a moment of peace before charging into the depths of hell.