Hi guys. Been a while since I wrote anything (except reviews) on Fan Fiction. My story, Through Eastern Eyes, has been stalled for ages, and I'm running out of ideas. I guess I owe you people a reason, and it's a pretty good one.

If you've received a review from me, you would know it is not always pleasant. They are often critical, punishing, without mercy and often leave a bad taste in your mouth. Now while many seem to agree with what I say, there are people that can't take it. I've gotten ragemail with guys yelling like children at me for "insulting" their work.

In Through Eastern Eyes I tried to set my gaze on perfection, but that simply led to paranoia. I've come to understand that I can't be as critical with myself as others, unfairly enough. And although TEE grew lots of support, I never felt satisfied myself, and forcing yourself to write is a rare gift *Cough* Queen Sydon *Cough*

So now I will write something about out my ordinary: A series of battles between DkS related characters. They can be set in any area (make your own backstory of how they met). They could be duels, FFAs or other custom made gamemodes. They could be between NPCs, enemies, bosses, builds (suggestions may start) or even some YouTubers/known DkS community members. I myself don't spend much time on YouTube, but I am certain that many do.

For this first chapter, it will be a duel between a Darkwraith and a Black Knight. Starting it casually, you know?

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And they clashed. Two swords made a loud clang as they hit one another, forcing their wielders into a struggle for the upper-hand. The Darkwraith two-handed its blade, and pushed the Knight of Gwyn back. The black-clad fighter broke the struggle, and slashed his equally black blade diagonally towards the Wraith's chest. The move was side-stepped, and the Black Knight received a knee to the face. He fell on his back, but the Wraith did not compensate. It instead opened its dark mask's mouth, and out came a hiss: "Is this what the famed knights of the Sunlight Lord have to offer? A predictable, foolish jester of a fighter?"

The Black Knight did not respond, just pushed off the ground with his shield, and observed his surroundings. Behind the Wraith was a solid brick wall, to the left of said wall was a doorway leading to an open area with shallow water in the center. The Knight wanted more space, so that was where he was leading the battle.

He started circling. The Wraith followed, circling the same way, so that they never met. Will he follow me if I run through the door? He didn't manage to think about it anymore, for the Wraith unleashed a deadly cut against his swordarm. He pulled it back, and tried to bash the front of his shield into the dark warrior. It seemed like it would hit, but in the last second a dark hole appeared in front of the Wraith. The Dark Hand. The Knight pushed on, before breaking off and running through the doorway, the Wraith closely behind.

Good, now I have more space to swing my sword.

Immediately turning around, a spinning slash touched the Wraith's left leg, but no cut appeared. Instead, the Darkwraith took advantage of his opponent's vulnerable head, and swung for it. A black shield came into its way, but it was but a feign. The blade was pulled back, and a kick soon hit the Knight's knee, before another one was sent for his head. But the Knight did a surprising move, and cut vertically, landing a solid slash on the dark warrior's torso.

Hisss! The knight is smart!

The Wraith was used to that people covered in fear by its pure appearance. Such recklessness was unexpected. The Knight compensated with a kick of his own into the dark warrior's chest, which sprawled it into the shallow water. The Wraith expected a critical hit, but none came. A voice hit him however: "You allowed me another chance."

The Wraith hissed at the remark, remembering having the Knight dead to rights at the beginning of their fight. It would show no mercy the next time. Now it was the dark servant's time to look for environmental help. Its eyes immediately fell on the water. Does he need to breathe? It looked at the Knight, and truly enough, the cold air of New Londo unveiled small clouds of smoke coming from the Black Knight's mouth.

The Wraith now had a plan. Fist combat.

The Knight was taken off-guard by a sudden charge from the Wraith. It hit his abdomen hard, attempting to tackle him, but he held his stand. Before he could recover completely however, the Wraith banged the back of its head into his helmet, causing him to stumble backwards. Immediately a swing came from the Wraith, which was parried by his sword. But the Wraith seemingly gladly tossed its blade away, taking the Knight's sword with it too. Then the Dark Hand came. It activated in its now empty swordarm, lunging for the Knight. It was blocked however. Then a right hand punch came from its opponent, but the Wraith crossed its left arm over and grabbed his wrist.

It pulled, and the Knight's balance was lost.

A kick landed, and the Knight fell to his knees.

A punch came, and the Knight fell on his back. The water consumed him.

He tried to rise up, but he couldn't. Even though he could barely see, the Wraith's weight was clearly already on him, forcing him under again. He had reached a gasp of air however, and was now testing his own strength against the dark servant's. He was physically more powerful, and was rapidly breaking out of the Wraith's grip on his hands. And then his right arm was loose.

The Wraith shrieked as a metal fist struck its jaw, before grabbing it and pulling it down, headbutting it into the armored chest of the Knight. It still refused to let the Knight up. It had been trained to resist pain. It felt however, that one of the Knight's legs was loose. It looked down, but received a boot in the face. The Wraith still did not let go. The boot pushed hard against its jaw, but the force behind it was rapidly fading. Then the boot's pressure went away, and the Wraith looked triumphantly down, but then received an even harder blow from the Knight's boot. This time it fell off, and even more than that. The back of its head struck the marble floor of the pool, almost knocking the dark servant out. Before it could get up and retort, a plated leg landed on its chest. The Knight had won. He was right now preparing to strike the killing blow.

Then he felt an immense pain. A hard jab through his chest. He looked down, and saw the end of a Darksword sticking out. It had missed the heart, so the Knight of Gwyn used his energy that was left to finish his opponent. The sword hit hard, splintering the Wraith's ribs and puncturing whatever was in the monster's gut. It died instantly.

The sword was pulled from the Knight's chest. And he fell down. The newly arrived Wraith looked down on its fallen enemy. It did not triumph or cheer. Not necessarily because of its fallen ally, but more because it had learned to control its feelings and never cheer upon death. Years of experience had made it think about what it was doing here, and when it wasn't fighting, it thought.

Standing by a ledge overlooking the lower streets, FORMER lower streets, of New Londo, it thought about the city. It was what humans called "drowned", or "fallen". The denizens that had lived here were long dead, without returning. The "plague" that the humans called it had not reached here when a blue Knight of Gwyn had come and ordered a butchering of the city.

The Wraith didn't remember much before that. Just some few moments of pain, but then it was like it woken up ane-

A black sword penetrated its chest, shocking the Wraith tremendously, before a brutal kick sent it down far into the lower streets. The Black Knight consumed a humanity, and said to nobody:

"Never let your guard down."

He turned, and received a kick, sending him down with his former victim.

"No, never do."

So that is the first chapter. Suggestions for battles/characters/stages are welcome. This is probably not the best thing I can spit out, so I would appreciate constructive feedback. Yeah, I just said that. ME!