swordstalker

"how can i win...who am i fighting for?" thoughts running through his head. Using most of his strangth just to bring himself to his feet he lifts his head...his long silver hair falls down his back over his red plated armor with outlines trimmed in black...his black cape now torn and damaged hanging only from one shoulder dragging at his feet..tearing off his cape his dark silver eyes staring down the enemy before him with a burning glare in his eyes...lifts his sword the hilt black and the orange looking aura around his sword glowing bright with his anger and desperation...realizing his seemingly hopeless situation puts forth all he can rushing at his enemy..."I will not lose to you, i will fight to my last breathe and KILL YOU BROTHER"...to be continued