He took Requiem from its strap, lifting it and stabbing it into the ground. The sword was overly huge, several inches taller than Seigfrieds height and it weighed more than most tower shields. He remembered back when he was a child, his father gave him a smaller zweihander, but at his age it was still taller than him. His father told him to practice everyday with the sword, and he did, his style mainly self taught.
Many would think it a handicap to wield, it being so large and heavy. But he showed any who thought so differently. The mass of Requiem could cleave through almost any armor, any shield. It was so wide it acted as a shield, withstanding arrows and colliding with other weapons with ease, its bulk able to absorb almost any impact. But he always kept a side arm, a large dagger in a sheath on his belt, just in case. He spent alot of his time alone now, he had alot of time to think, alot of time to reflect.
The suns rays shined brightly on Requiems blade, he kneeled down next to it, looking at his reflection. Most people would have seen their face, nothing more, but Siegfried could see his father, and his helm from back when he was the monster, the nightmare. He looked at his right arm, knowing it was still infected by SoulEdge, though it gave him power in battle, it also always brought pain and the horrible thought of falling back into the Nightmare.
His long blond hair fell over his face as he looked at his blade, where it entered the beaten grass, its chromish glint in contrast to the green and brown of the ground. He closed his eyes, the infection gave him powers that he still had, a sixth sense that told him when things were coming, but it didn't always work.
He could feel a presence, dark, full of hatred but not evil, not entirely. He turned around quickly, seeing a small girl dressed in tattered clothing watching him, she sat cross legged on the ground, a strange looking iron ring across her body, her eyes stared blankly at him. He stood up and asked," Who are you?"
The little girl smiled and got to her feet and began to walk toward him. She took the ring from around her chest and dropped it to the ground, then her shirt. Siegfried looked on bewildered, a young girl coming to him like this in the midst of dead battlefield. She came up to him, he looked down at her, her body amazingly perfect, her large pinkish eyes staring into his. Could this being be the one he felt filled with hate?
"What do you want?", Siegfried asked, he had seen many things in this world, and whoever this girl was might have a different agenda than the one she was presenting. She came chest to chest with him, she grabbed his right hand, still gloved in armor, she put it on her rounded breast. Siegfried narrowed his eyes, he pushed her away, knowing the girl was hiding something.
She looked at him, her eyes instantly turned from curious and innocent to hatred and anger. "You reject me? Bastard!", she screamed she quickly turned and grabbed the iron ring and came charging back, the ring was a weapon after all. Siegfried reached around and tore Requiem from the ground, he had no quells in killing dark beings and this girl was going to die today.
He held it to his side as she came, he swung full force in a lateral swing, she jumped up over the massive blade passing beneath her, she swung the iron ring around her left arm like a wheel, intended to slice into Siegfried's face. Siegfried stepped back instantly, still swinging Requiem around his head it came rushing again, the girl missing him, landed on the ground, she ducked, the sword passing within inches from the top of her back, she sprung up.
Siegfried stopped the swing and brought Requiem up, blocking the girl's vertical attack, the high pitched ting of colliding iron cracked in the air. She side stepped, swinging relentlessly, Siegfried barely able to block, she was young but she had skill. He dropped Requiem's blade down, the hilt protecting his face, he turned his shoulders, the right one forward and shoulder bashed the girl, sending her flying to the ground, the wind knocked out of her, her ring blade rolled away, down the hill.
She lay on the ground, trying to gather herself, holding her stomach, unable to breath. Siegfried watched her, she was a unique warrior,if she got as old as him, she might have been a powerful warrior. She turned onto her stomach, her breath finally coming back, Siegfried walked beside and stabbed Requiem into the ground ahead of her head, she stopped, looking at her reflection in the blade, her eyes watery, she had lost her fire.
Siegfried knelt down, grabbing her hair, he yanked her head back, he drew his dagger and was about to slice her throat open when he saw her face, she was crying. His mind went into a flashback, back when he was the Nightmare, he had killed a young girl who was desperately trying to protect her father, whom he had just defeated, the man was his first victim as Nightmare.
That first village he had attacked, when he was first consumed by SoulEdge, he had crushed the girl's neck with his clawed hand, the same expression on her face as this girl. He let go of her hair, the guilt coming back like a flood, he stumbled back, he never wanted to see that expression on a girl's face again. He turned and dropped to his knees, holding his face, he lowered his head crying, his blond hair falling over his face again.
Tira slowly got to her feet, she put her shirt back over her shoulders, puzzled why this powerful warrior would defeat her then not kill her then start balling. Her arm was severely bruised and she had no fight left in her, she thought it was the end,a thought that had never occurred to her, through all her years of fighting and murdering, that someone might actually kill her. She wiped the tears from her eyes and threw the thought away, she was the darkest warrior, she was the strongest, all good things are disgusting, only death and pain could bring her satisfaction, she kept telling herself over and over again.
How could the mighty Nightmare even think of this man as his true host? He was crying, yes he was powerful but his mind was weak! Nightmare should choose someone more like...more like her. She narrowed her eyes and limped away, she picked up Eiserne Drossel and began to walk toward the forest front, though she was a vile warrior she still had a shred of honor, seeing as he had let her live, she wouldn't stab him in the back. She turned and saw him still kneeling, still holding his hand over his eyes, she felt a weird feeling coming into her mind, she almost felt sorry for Siegfried, after all he had been through. She pushed it away, and looked at him again, she would kill this person, another day. She disappeared into the forest.