A Thorn in Your Side
In the filthy sewers that many undead knew as the Depths, Kirk, Knight of Thorns, was in deep thought.
Thinking is all he ever did now. He thought of ways to retrieve Humanity for the Fair Lady and to satisfy his bloodlust. It had been days since he last fought a good opponent. It was even longer since trying to find an opponent who, he could steal Humanity from. It had been too long. So absorbed in his own thoughts, he barely heard the bolt flying straight at his head.
The Knight of Thorns barely dodged the arrow as it was implanted in the sewer water in front of him. Picking himself off the ground, he turned to face his assailant or assailants in this case.
He saw three of them; A knight from Astora with his long sword at ready, a fat man in leather armor wielding a battle axe, and a ragged looking boy reloading his crossbow. The knight was in charge.
The knight was looking right at Kirk. He said, "Most impressive, as expected from a knight such as yourself".
He knows who I am? , The Knight of Thorns thought to himself.
"The stories I've heard about you were most impressive. The bounty on your head is even better". The knight explained.
Kirk couldn't help but feel curious now, "Stories? Bounty? Explain yourself." he questioned.
The knight began to smirk, "Knight Kirk, after slaying a cleric from the house of Thorolund, draws his own sword on his fellow knights as they attempt to bring him before the Church. After mercilessly murdering those brave knights, you kill your own wife and offspring, burn you home down, and then you flee to Lordran in hopes of escape, sound familiar now you damned heretic?!" he sneered.
I remember now, Kirk thought as he remembered those moments.
"I intend to bring the Church your head and collect the reward", the knight remarked, his grin spreading even wider.
Kirk drew his sword, the barbs on it creating a grinding noise as he pulled it out of his sheath. The fat man and the boy looked visibly intimidated. The appearance of his armor was already quite scary, but seeing his sword and all its barbs was terrifying. His sword was used to maim, scar, and brutally kill his opponents.
The knight started to step back, looked at his two companions and screamed "Kill him!"
Coward, sending others to fight in his place, Kirk thought bitterly.
The fat charged first, his boots splashing in the sewage water as he came closer to Kirk. With a sudden battle cry, the fat man brought his raised his axe above Kirks head and swung down.
The Thorn Knight sidestepped as the fat man brought his axe down, swinging his sword horizontally and catching the man's unprotected stomach. With a shriek, the fat man fell to his knees while holding his stomach. Grinning wildly, Kirk began to advance on the downed man, only for a bolt to fly past him.
With a growl, he turned to the boy who fired at him. Kirk began to charge, while the boy was frantically trying to reload. Too late. Kirk tackled the boy and with a mad cackle he brought his sword down in a series of slashes.
*Splat!*
The boy's arm is severed, leaving a pool of blood in the water. The boy is screaming in pain.
*Splat!*
Left leg below the knee is torn vertically in to two pieces, the bone jutting out of the exposed meat. His scream turning into a shriek.
*Swish!*
The boy is missing his head above the jaw, his barely visible tongue from underneath all the blood. His shrieking stops, turning into a barely audible gurgling sound.
The Knight of Thorns examines his grizzly work, pleased with himself. The boy is long dead. He turns to the injured fat man. The man is desperately trying to crawl away. Kirk takes a quick glance at the knight.
He isn't even helping, he'll pay dearly.
" You monster... Get away from me!" The fat man screams, tears falling out of his eyes. His pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears, the Knight of Thorns is not a forgiving person.
Turning back to the fat man, he sees that he's nearly drowning in the shit filled water of the Depths as he tries to crawl away. With a quick stab into the fat mans lower spinal cord, he stops the man's legs from moving. Bring his sword up in swift slash upward, he effectively kills the fat man.
Two down, and now for this coward, Kirk thinks as he turns to face the knight.
The knight is still smirking, not even drawing his sword. Just standing there, looking at Kirk.
"Well done, but this isn't over." he remarked.
"Is that so?" Kirk shot back.
The man didn't answer, he kept glancing behind Kirk. Realization dawned on him as he figured out what it meant. With a burst of sudden energy, Kirk turned around and raised his shield just as the first blow came.
So there was another one… How many henchmen does this so called knight have?
He examined his opponent a woman in black leather armor, her black eyes glaring at him. Her face hidden by a black cloth. An assassin. He glanced back at the knight, only to see he was long gone.
Buying himself more time to escape is he now? The Knight of Thorns thought bitterly.
Turning back to the woman, Kirk examined her weapon.
A knife, eh?
She knew how to use it, problem was her range. She was getting too close to Kirks spiked armor. Something she would pay dearly for. With a sudden kick by Kirk she fell to the ground, bleeding from the thorns. She was back onto her feet quickly only to be rammed into a wall by Kirk. Blood coming out of her mouth from the impact.
Kirk was merciless. She was backed into the wall, desperately trying to block and counter his blows to no avail. Suddenly with a vicious swing of his sword, Kirk sliced her hand off.
With a scream she dropped her knife, clutching her stump. A fatal mistake. With sudden surge of strength, Knight Kirk slammed his spiked shield into her, the spike place themselves in her chest, her throat, and her skull. At the moment of impact, her blood was splattered over Knight Kirk's armor. She slumped to the ground. Dead.
After several moment of standing over her body, Knight Kirk began to laugh. An unhinged, mad laugh, a laugh for all rights belonged to a mentally unstable man. His addiction to uncontrolled violence started act up again, screaming for him to take his sword and search for a fight. That cowardly knight was going to be his first victim.
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