Slowly a Dark figure walks forward to him, looking at his struggles "What cruel irony, this is. Brought down by the ones he looked upon." The figure spoke as he picked up a sword placed in the ground and stabbed it into Kothar's flesh. "Is this truly all you could muster?" It spoke, driving a spears into more of his flesh. The pain attacking all his senses. "Do you plead mercy?" The figure begins driving swords into his legs "Do.You.Plead.Mercy?" The voice asked.