"…If you survived your travels." Said Chester with a devious grin under his wicked mask. That undead buffoon was heading for Artorias. Normally, it would bring good tidings to the man of Carim since the unweary undead would certainly become another victim of the abysswalker. More deaths meant good business for Chester along with some sort of entertainment. However, this particular undead has this unexplainable aura printed in his very essence. He had absorbed many great souls… he might just best Artorias.
The devious crossbowman dispelled that thought and went for a secret elevator only discovered by him lately. Long ago, it used to lift spectators to the higher seats in the arena. Chester used the magic empowered elevator to get to the very top of the arena; a perfect sniper's nest it was.
"Come on, Artorias, give me some view." Chester's eagle eye looked through the crossbow for a window in the midst of the raging battle below. The undead was holding his grounds firmly. Gwyn's faithful was having a hard time with this one though he wouldn't be much of a problem if Artorias fought him in his former glory.
Marvelous chest gritted on his teeth in frustration; whenever the undead was in view, he was either dodging or shielding up. The occasional splashes and bursts of the abyss blurred the scene as well.
Until, the abyss claimed the last scraps of sanity of the azure knight.
The undead's arm was torn apart along with his useless crest shield. Chester held his breath to snipe the undead until a hulking presence blocking the glinting sun from his side "Dare'st not."
There he was, Hawkeye gough himself aiming his inhumane great bow towards Chester's puny figure. Countless calcuations and probabilities ran through the sniper's head. few were along his side. He decided to lay down his arms … momentarily at least.
"Are giants dumb and thick-headed like you, oh mighty knight of Gwyn? I was … trying to save your dear Artorias. You are aiming at the wrong person."
Gough watched the clash of swords briefly before reply "My…friend is long dead. Swallowed by the very plague he sought he prevent. What fights down below is but a shade of a man. A great honourable man."
The dyad watched the fight in grim silence. Gough couldn't bring himself to finish off his old friend. Perhaps this undead will bring peace to his friend. Alas the fight ended with Artorias giving one last wail of agony to this world. The undead met the same fate afterwards; the gaping wounds on his chest along with the wicked traces of the abyss were beyond Estus or miracles.
"Bah! What a waste!" Chester left the scene hastily. Any death not accomplished by his crossbow was never satisfactory. Gough on the other hand, stared blankly at the two corpses. Tears would have flooded his helm if it weren't for the resin blocking the way. for the first time, Gough felt aimless and insignificant. A turbulence of emotions plagued his souls. He threw his great bow in dismay gazing one last time at the arena before saying "Proud human, may every honour be bestowed upon thee."
And yes, i am aware that Gough is blind.