<span style="color: #FF0000">"Argh!!"</span>The body of a soldier fell on the hard, cold dirt, his armour caused the ground to shiver and quake from the very weight, but this man was in pain, in agony, the tip of a long, thick sharp blade had peirced through such armour and into the chest point. The soldier lay there hissing back his pain, his beaths began to quicken as a dark figure jumped from his armoured horse, strod silently towards the fallen man and placed a single, decorated spiked guantlet on the handle of such a terrible blade.<span style="color: #40FFFF">"I shall ask you, what do you know of the person I seek?"</span>The fallen soldier laughed and spat on the boot of the yet-to-be-seen figure.<br/><br/>A sigh echoed under the helm of such a warrior, his hand twisted against the blade pushing it deper into the wound, the soldier wriggled and writhed in pain slapping a grip on the blade in an attempt to stop it from cutting any further into his chest.<span style="color: #40FFFF">"I'll ask you one more time..."</span>The shadows voice was cold, the feeling when all hope is lost from the world and all that is left is emptyness<span style="color: #40FFFF">"Where is this person?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Go to Hell....You Dog...Of....The Fallen....grahh...."</span>The life force of such a persistant soldier had fled his body, the blade left the corpse leaving a cracking sound of the exit wound, the figure had been seen as a heavily armoured knight at first glance, his armour in the decorative shape of a dragon, majestic craftsmanship told those whom seen such a man that he is either deadly or important to a high degree.<br/><br/><span style="color: #40FFFF">"May you rest, for your duty to the Emperor has ended..."</span>He lowered his head in a silent prayer, bending a knee to the fallen. The man knelt on the grounds surface surounded by twenty fallen soldiers, most likely those whom pursued him. Everywhere else was bloody as limbs and sorrowful faces could be seen even at a fair distance, it was a blood bath that was shown no mercy.<br/><br/><span style="color: #40FFFF">"I must continue onward..."</span>With those words the man swung his body onto his jet-black steed and rode into the distance, a town was near by as that was where he originally was traveling to. He lost time but perhaps he would find something on his way, or perhaps even in town, his kind were very unique and rare indeed even amoungst humans, his armour would bring unwanted attention but it was the only one of its kind. As his kinsmen left the servie of the Emperor long ago.