askbox starter: miscellaneous angst.
i will not die in lothric, but they could not die. they could be killed as many times as the length of the universe, but never die. they would keep coming, keep rending the castle of the pale princes. keep coming closer and never die.
blood gushed from their wound, impaled in the side by a twin-bladed user. an onikiri. a blackhand. jokanaan took on the trio of characters waiting in the courtyard of lothric. the blackhand was the fastest, twirling his twin-blades faster than jokanaan could keep up with, and a faraam knight and a mage on their rear. it was tight, three users on them. but the undead warrior had survived many wars with bigger crowds against them. they would not die.
first they dashed for the mage, and mages were always too slow, preferring to dish out damage from afar. but as the smiling knight closed in with their falchion, the mage buckled and jokanaan slice their torso clean in half. the blackhand, kamui, jokanaan remembered, retaliated at them fast. the undead parried kamui but too late to dodge the faraam knight’s heavy blow into their side. they recoiled, gasping at the sudden spike of pain. the faraam knight seemed satisfied with the hit, but not before jokanaan got a split-second revenge and sliced his head off.
with a sickening thud the knight fell besides the mage. the blackhand was left. as quickly as the knight fell the blackhand struck, his onikiri colliding with jokanaan’s falchion. the sound of blades rang in the courtyard. steel on steel. flashes of silver spinning around the statues and pillars of old lothric. they had betrayed kamui. betrayed the blackhands, servants of the royal line. but so had gotthard. he’d helped jokanaan in irithyll against sulyvahn with the promise to bring the lords to their thrones.
but jokanaan can see that after irithyll gotthard began to question the fading fire. began to question the integrity of his princes and lothric faithfuls. and his conclusion was the fire must be reborn.
he killed emma and kamui killed him. he betrayed lothric and kamui killed him.
jokanaan weaved around the courtyard statue and kamui followed the bait. as they approached, the undead knight rounded from behind the statue and with perfect precision, rended their sword into his back, skewering him. the blackhand gasped, looking down at his chest to see the tip of the falchion dripping with his blood. he said nothing and quietly fell to the ground. he was a blackhand. he would not give his enemy the dignity of seeing him in pain. he would go quietly.
with the trio of warriors at their feet, the courtyard was safe. clear to proceed through. but before they could proceed further, they felt the pain in their side again, blood leaking out faster than they could hold. ❛ it is nothing, ❜ said the smiling knight to their friend, the third blackhand. rowan farron. they would not die in lothric. ❛ let’s keep moving. the princes await. ❜
