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Kirk, the Knight of Thorns watched the female pyromancer fade away with a wild grin on his face. She was only a phantom, thus she really didn't die, but it was satisfying for him to score a kill.

One pest down, two more to go, he thought to himself.

Kirk faced his other two targets. They were both glaring at him, the sorcerer was at least, it was hard to tell with the knight as his helmet was covering his face. The Knight of Thorns didn't have enough time to thoroughly observe his prey as the sorcerer fired another spell at him. He easily sidestepped the incoming spell, only for a wave of pain to spread across his chest area. He had no time to observe as the knight came charging at him going for an overhead swing aimed at his head. Kirk blocked it time only for another burst of pain to sear across his chest. Then he realized it.

That woman… when she stabbed me... hehe even in death she proves to be a pain, Kirk thought bitterly to himself.

In his rage, he managed to suppress the pain. Now that the person who caused it was gone, his rage faded only for pain to return. The stab wound hurt, even while he was in his phantom form. Then suddenly the knight continued his assault. Kirk was pushed back by the knight's unrelenting attacks. The Knight of Thorns had no time to counter attack his foes. Every opening he found in the knight's offensive was covered by the sorcerer. The Knight of Thorns was running out of time, he was bleeding out, the world was slowly getting blurrier. His instincts he honed overtime from long years of war screamed at him to continue fighting, to continue engaging the knight in a long drawn out battle. His reason and logic dictated that he look for the quickest possible way to end the battle. Logic and reason were arguing in his head against his warrior instincts on how to proceed. A viscous war was being waged in his mind to dictate his actions.

To stand and fight a hopeless battle is a foolish way to die, better to retreat, Kirks logic dictated.

To retreat in is the way of a COWARD! To live, to fight, and to die in the glory of battle is the way of a TRUE warrior, his warrior instinct argued back.

To die now would be counterproductive to our current objective. You know damn well that the Fair Lady needs this humanity. To continue fighting these two in such a state would mean the loss of everything we strived for when they kill us. , Logic replied back.

The Fair Lady this, Fair Lady that! That damn abomination can go die in-

ENOUGH! , Kirk thought to himself.

The loss of blood was causing him hallucinate, causing his mind to rip itself into two pieces. He would not allow that to happen. The Knight of Thorns knew his purpose; his purpose was to gather humanity for the Fair Lady, nothing more and nothing less.

Kirk made his decision, he would continue this battle. He knew figured out how to achieve victory. Turning his thoughts to the battle, he realized he was having trouble breathing. Every move he made felt like it expended almost all of his energy. He knew his plan and he would stick with it. With every swing of his foes sword, Kirk was driven back one step at a time. Finally Kirk was driven back against the wall. He could feel its slimy surface rubbing against his armor. He had to enact his plan now.

Kirk carefully blocked his opponent attacks, waiting for the moment to strike. Then suddenly he saw it. The knight drew back his sword for a powerful horizontal strike. At that moment Kirk parried the knight's swing. His shield throwing his opponent sword to the ground. He finally had his opening and he would take it.

With a triumphant grin on his face, the Knight of Thorns thrust his barbed sword into his opponents unprotected shoulder. He ran his blade right through his opponent collar bone, snapping it in half and sending splinters everywhere. He was able to see the bone sticking out beneath the chainmail. The Knight of Thorns was far from finished, he brought his sword down horizontally, cutting through the ribcage and finally tearing through the stomach. His opponent was nearly bisected diagonally, being held together by a thin lump of flesh and meat. It wasn't a clean cut.

He didn't observe his enemy's corpse for long. He still had one prey left.

Turning to face the old sorcerer, Kirk growled "Time to die old man"

Kirk began limping to the old man, his vision and hearing fading slightly. He lost too much blood, any longer and he would collapse and die. The old man began charging a spell, but the Knight of Thorns would not let him finish. Before the old man could even react, Kirk shoved his sword in the man's throat, tearing apart his esophagus. The sorcerer dropped his catalyst, blood dripping out of his mouth. Gripping his sword with both hands, Kirk brought his sword up in an upward slash. The barbed sword shattering part of the man's spinal cord and slicing his head in half vertically. Victory.

The Knight of Thorns fell to his knees, waiting to be brought back to his own world. It never came.

What is going on? I should be sent back at this point. , Kirk thought to himself.

Then cold realization stuck him; his opponent wasn't dead. His head snapped back in time to see the knight guzzle a bottle of Estus down his throat. In a morbid fascination, Kirk watched his opponents body reassemble itself. He could see the bone repairing, organs return to their previous state, and flesh reattaching itself to the body. It was equally horrifying as it was amazing. His opponent was standing upright again, defying all logic and reason. Kirk's mind began tearing itelf apart again.

You damned fool! You should have made sure he was dead! The signs pointing him to be an undead were everywhere! His endurance, the phantoms, his presence in Lordran! Now we we're all going to die! , Logic screamed in Kirks mind.

NO! This is what we've been waiting for, finally a foe worth fighting! , Instinct raved back.

Fool, the Fair Lady is much more import than your primitive urges, Logic retorted.

Calm yourself, The Knight of Thorns thought to himself.

He would not let himself fall apart. With discipline honed from years of warfare, the Knight of Thorns readied himself. He was exhausted, but that wouldn't faze him. He stood up just in time to see the knight charging him.

Two sword wielded by two armored knights fought in the sewage system of Lordran. The Knight of Thorns was savage, every swing blocked sent the other knight a step back. The sounds of two sword clashing echoed down the halls of The Depths. Both sides locked in a deadly stalemate. Suddenly Kirk charged and tackled the other armored man. With his opponent on the ground, the Knight of Thorns raised his sword to deliver the killing blow. He was too slow. The pinned knight recovered and stabbed Kirk on his exposed neck, then kicked him off.

The Knight of Thorns dropped both his sword and shield, he was lying in the water clutching his neck.

Damn it all! This can't be the end… The Knight of Thorns thought bitterly to himself.

Chosen Undead

It was indeed the end. The Chosen Undead raised his sword and plunged it into the invader's chest. That did it, his intruder began to fade. The battle was over. The Chosen Undead won.

This is not the end. In the next chapter I'll probably go more in depth into Kirk's relations with the Fair Lady and the Chaos Covenant. I'm not sure if I'll continue Kirk's Instinct and Logic. I'll also probably try to flesh out his character a little more by going into details with his background. Thank you everyone for the support.

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