Olivier Looked down on the single figure standing against Fort Briggs, it was standing, alone, facing her fort, from the Drachma side of the massive wall.

" This Drachma pig must be suicidal!" Captain Buccaneer shouted

Self-confidently while getting his troops ready to defend the fort. One sign of pity is weakness, and weakness could bring the fort to it's own demise, Olivier knew this well, and she trained her troops to always practice with this in mind.

For every person that dares to challenge the fort's might would have be obliterated, to show Drachma the might of the fort and how it's troops are not a force to be reckoned with.

"Artillery at the ready!" Olivier then pointed her sword at the lone figure in the distance. Upon doing so, she heard a soulless voice in her head:

"Its truly sad how you would give yourself up so easily, Olivier"

Olivier hesitated and then looked around to see were the voice came from, before she heard one of her men shout something

"General! The target has mounted unto a horse!"

Olivier looked back out at the figure,

He was now riding a horse toward the fort?

"Well what are you men waiting for? Fire dammit!"

Shells began bombarding the figure, yet the horse still stood as the figure on it held out a glowing blue blade and pointed it at the fort-

"My turn, mortals."

Suddenly the ground began to shake, and the middle section of the wall blew open, troops and artillery flew everywhere as the rider began to put away his sword and gallop through the wreckage and rubble of what used to be the fort.

" Impossible!"

Olivier sheathed her sword and picked up a nearby pistol that one of her men dropped, and began climbing down the debris of what remained of her fort.

"Buccaneer!" The general hoped the Captain was still alive, she needed all the help she could get, "Miles!"

When she reached the ground however, the only response she got was a soulless laugh from the man that destroyed her fort.

"You're going to pay for destroying my fort you Drachma pig! Now show yourself!"

Olivier was surrounded by rubble; she had unsheathed her sword with one hand and held the pistol with another.

"You and your men made countless amounts of preparations for an attack… yet your entire fort fell with the simple wave of a single blade"

Olivier didn't let her guard down,

"How dare you speak about my men in such a way? You are nothing but a coward! No show your self you Drachma Bastard!"

"The indestructible fort Briggs, destroyed in a matter

of seconds- how pathetic.

Suddenly Oliver felt a presence behind her and turned around, the man's skeleton horse turned into a soul-like essence before entering his sword.

"However it is not the fort that makes it's own reputation- it's the leader, now let's see if the powerful Olivier Armstrong can live up to her reputation"

Olivier didn't say a word, she threw down the pistol and charged at him, he blocked her first blow, and was surprised at how her blade withstood Frostmourne.

"It seems that your blade is able to withstand Frostmourne, most do not"

Olivier charged at him again, the man blocked her again and shoved her away; he was merely toying with her, seeing how long she could stand before him.

" Family blade, and forged by one of your ancestors, whom must have had a great deal of craftsman's ship"

" Who the hell are you?"

"Heirloom, I presume- passed on to you by your father"

Olivier growled at the man and began to make vicious strikes at his lower and upper body, but every swing was blocked and blew her back a bit, by now she was just trying to get a scratch on him, much less cause any amount of damage

" What the hell is so special about that blade of yours then?"

" It is a rune blade, meaning for every soul that it takes a life from, it devours…"

Olivier gasped

"You mean to tell me… every single one of my troops is- in that thing?

The thing laughed

"Indeed, Olivier, and it is where I draw my energy from"

Olivier smiled

"You fool! You just showed me your weak point! To reveal that to your opponent is suicide!"

She charged at him, this time directing her blows at the sword, however it now seemed to drain her of energy, of life, and that's when she noticed a green essence coming from her and entering the blade.

"What the hell?"

Olivier jumped away from him, and barely stood- she was completely drained of energy- but she fought on, trying to keep herself standing.

"Who- who, or what the hell are you?"

The Thing walked before her before she fell to her knees, dropping her blade

"I, I am the Litch King!"

And with that she plunged Frostmourne into her chest cavity, and let it devour her soul.