The Watcher buried his sword through his brothers' chest. It was the 5th time today he had done it, and it wouldn't be the last. After the bell tolled, it was revealed that some of the Watchers amongst them had been infected with the abyss. They followed their duty of destroying anything touched by the abyss.
Unfortunately, the Watchers were all cursed undead now. Every time they killed one of their abyss touched brethren, they would rise again. Eternally locked in an endless struggle. Much longer of this, and surely, they would all go hollow.
Then, Gods only know how long later, the doors to Farron keep opened. A man wearing the armor of Lothric entered the keep, holding a bastard sword. The Watcher knew not who this man was, but he knew he would be worth some sort of fight. He could see the fire in this unkindled ash's eyes.
He rammed his sword through another watcher, bringing him to the ground, and turned to the intruder. The Watcher raised his great sword at the intruder, crossing his dagger over his sword arm, then threw out his sword diagonally at his waist level. Finally, a knew fight.