Blood gushed from his wound on his side, sobs filled the air as the male fell to his knees, a hand clutching the throbbing on his side. He would have gladly swiped up the golden hilt of his sword, had it not been for the pervious severing to his left arm. (The male being ambidextrous) Blood stained the grass and he completely fell to the ground, his honor demanding he find his sword and smite his opponents head from there shoulders. At least, before they smite his head from his shoulders. Or maybe he should be concerned about his missing limb, or the blood slowly pooling around him, threating to drown him in his own blood.

"Hm, perhaps I should leave here to drown in your blood, or perhaps take pity, and end your pitiful life now." The deep voice scorned, the stronger wearing rusty red armor and a obsidian sword held tightly in his hand. Blood painting is sharp tip that had curled spikes from the sip of the blade the hilt of the sword. The knight bent over, looking into the fallen's eye's before delivering a swift kick to his injured side. The wound man, had midnight fur, crimson eyes and streaks high lighting fur, and a stained plum of chest fur stood on his chest. His grey armorer laid in pieces around him, his vision to his helmet violently shattered, exposing a single crimson eye.

The ebony hedgehog let out a shout, his vision suddenly clouding and his heart thundering in his chest to the point it hurt. His name was Lancelot, having left his mentor to try to be something more than a mere knave, his trusty sword Arondight sheathed and latched to his side. This was his first time venturing into the forest south to his small village.

And probably his last time.

Lancelot steadily grew to become sleepy, his mind slowing and eye lids slowly beginning to close. Something in the back of his head screamed at him not to sleep, to accept sleep, was to embrace death. But- pain and a wave fatigue drowned the voice in a instant, and all became black.

The winner of the fight laughed as blood slowly drowned the hedgehog in his sleep, along with the major blood loss. Frankly, he was surprised the kid lasted as long as he had with his severed arm, and a slash that probably stuck bone. The knight dropped down, looking for anything of value on the hedgehog, but he found no money. The knight cursed, leaving the sword he had deemed worthless behind, and road off leaving the hedgehog to die in his sleep.

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A sea blue hedgehog slowly touted through the woods on a beautiful white stallion, searching through the woods. A few minutes ago a black horse charged past him, startling him and his horse. But, the only notable feature to be spotted was the saddle and blood staining the horses coat. So, the hedgehog being a the brave hearted king he was, road off in the direction the horse had charged from.

Of course he got there, only a second late.

In the middle of a clearing a dark hedgehog laid on his side, a pool of blood being his pillow. The blue hedgehog let out a shout of surprise, leaping from his horse and running over to the wounded hedgehog. He checked the other's plus, only to find it faint. The King took his crimson cape, tearing it into shreds and quickly tending to the ebony hedgehog worst wounds.

It would take a miracle to save the hedgehog, who lost his arm.

Lost his pride.

Lost his blood.

Lost his confidence.

Lost his horse.

Lost all he knew.

Here we go! A nice little preview for you guys! I'll begin this this after Blue Skies, Black Nights and the second and last chapter of Crooked Mind, Corrupt Actions.

So, review and tell me what you think!

This is just a small taste for you guys!

Now, review meh!