(AN: Welcome to the new stage of history. Here I begin another tale of mine in the Soul Calibur fan-fictions. It is part of a three-way ff on the Soul series which might spawn other stages as well. As Yoshimitsu: Angel of Vengeance deals primarily with Yoshimitsu and the non-canoincal Witch's Soul will deal with characters from The Witch's Saga as well as Ivy, this will focus primarily on somebody else)
(Witch's Soul is the title of an up-and-coming release, which won't be published until The Witch's Saga is finished [unfortunately]. More on that later)
(Right now, there is a battle going on in Ostrheinsburg Germany that will decide the fate of all)
The Last Breath
The human form was thrown into the stone wall.
The pretty blond face was bruised and battered beyond recognition. Blood was splattered all over the cold stone floor of the chapel. He was coughing up blood, as if he had consumption. There was no hope for him.
Raphael would die this night.
The iron-clad boot pounded on the floor, bringing doom closer towards the dying Frenchman.
Monsieur Sorel had fought a worthy battle, one that would make anyone take him seriously as a swordsman. No one who saw that battle in the Ostrheinsburg cathedral would think that Monsieur Sorel was a coward, for he never ran, though his tiny rapier was no match for the zweihander wielded by the Azure Knight.
And it spelled his doom.
Now he lay bloodied and broken, another victim trapped in Ostrheinsburg cathedral.
A victim of his own pride.
He wanted the sword, to slay the nobility who made life in France so damn terrible. It wasn't for the people he wanted this, but for her. The one person who meant more to him than himself.
She saved his life, and for that, she was worth everything.
Raphael felt weaker than his body portrayed, lying there on the stone floor, as the shadow of darkness fell over him.
There was no escape, no hope for survival.
No, he told himself. I cannot give up. Not now. I have to keep fighting, for her...
"For Amy."
New strength pulsed into Raphael's body. Not enough to keep on fighting, but just enough for one blow.
One blow directly in the bastard's heart.
The Azure Knight loomed closer, two hands siezing the hilt of his huge sword, raising it above his head.
Kill me, Raphael thought.
His strength was waning, but he still had enough.
Why was the damn Azure Knight not moving?
He didn't care.
It was now or never.
Summoning the last of his energy, Raphael drove his rapier forward into a small wedge between the armor of the Azure Knight.
Black blood began flow.
A hideous, inhuman roar of pain echoed from beneath the iron helmet of the Azure Knight.
Raphael tore his sword out, not even recognizing that his left arm was covered in black blood.
He had failed, and barely escaped with his life.
But he summoned the last bit of life he possessed, pushing himself away from that damn cathedral.
It would all be over.
This day...
Nightmare would die.
(Horay for beginning in media res!)
(Horay also for one of my shortest introductory chapters ever!)
(New chapter will be presented a.s.a.p. For now, tell me what you think of the intro)