The decorative arms of his golden armor embraced him from his shoulders, crossed his chest and rested at his ribs. Knight Lautrec observed across the hall of Anor Londo through the viewing holes of his gold helm as a blue phantom rose from the ground.
At Lautrec's right was a sorcerer dressed in a red garb holding a tin banishment catalyst - one of New Londo's three Sealers. At Lautrec's left was an armored warrior in leather work and sparse steel plates with a pike in his right hand and a wooden shield in his left. The two were white phantoms.
The faraway invader was seen to be fully armored in dull knight armor. On his right shoulder he rested his zweihander's ricasso with both hands on the grip.
The blue invader walked toward them with a leisure pace. Knight Lautrec knew the invader. They've met each other in the long ago when his freedom was constricted to a cell. The invader had freed him, and Lautrec had rewarded him with a Sunlight Medal when they had meet again in Firelink Shrine before the cage that imprisoned Anastacia of Astora - the shrine's Fire Keeper - whose soul he had taken.
"Well look at you," Lautrec said. "I thought you were wiser, but I thought wrong! 'Tis a pity. Like a moth flittering towards a flame." Knight Lautrec turned to his white phantoms: "You fellows? No? Don't you agree?" They laughed amongst themselves.
The invader knight said nothing in his stride towards the three and began charging at the New Londo Sealer. The sorcerer raised his catalyst and his fist glowed with the growing power of a Heavy Soul Arrow. Then off it went, hunting single-mindedly for its target. The knight rolled forward under the coming missile, ended up in front of the Sealer and thrust his sword at beneath the Sealer's sternum and it went out of his back.
The knight withdrew and held his sword at the Left Plow: right foot forward, left foot back, both hands straight down with sword at left side, blade tip forward. The length of the zweihander made it look like he was holding a short spear. Then he was stepping to his right while holding guard.
The Sealer dropped on his knees and began fading away.
Lautrect drew his armaments: a parrying dagger and a shotel. He held the dagger in front of him, the shotel peaking above his shoulder, left foot forward and right foot back. He began circling to the knight's left while the warrior was circling the knight's right.
The knight was stepping back and to the right while drawing circles in the air with the point of his blue zweihander. Then he stepped his right foot back while bringing his sword to his right side, blade pointing outward to the rear at an angle fitting for an upward diagonal cut to the left. This guard position left him open, an invitation, a trap, a gamble.
The white phantom warrior felt lucky. He began charging with his pike like some mad beast. The blue invader stepped his right foot forward into an upward cut, the pike was redirected upward by the blade, the knight was in Left Hanging guard and he thrust at the warrior's head.
The warrior phantom stumbled back and dropped on the hall of Sun Londo and began to fade.
The blue knight stepped back, switched his leading foot, and rested his twohander's ricasso on his right shoulder - Right Wrath.
Lautrec still held his guard.
They stood staring and studying and planning. Both knew that it can all be thrown away the moment one of them make a move but only the invader was looking forward to moving the bout forward.
Knight Lautrec look at the gold ring adorned on one finger and the Red Tearstone ring adorned in the other. He reassured himself that he was embraced and that he had the goddess Fina's favor and protection and that if it gets desperate then the Red Tearstone will enhance his blow near double and he will cut through the blue knight's plates like paper. Yes, he decided, he shall have no fear and shall hold steady resolve, and all he needed was a swing from the invader's sword then victory shall be his. A knight of Carim should be handy with a parrying dagger.
All was said and done in his mind. Knight Lautrec returned to the bout at hand. He saw that nothing was done, two of his comrades were slain and the invader was without a scratch. He wondered of his coming demise and whether he can avoid it, a death scenario played in his mind, he wondered whether he can avert it, another began, he was starting to worry, then another crept onto him, he was over-planning his moves, missing the basics, the little details, the fundamentals.
The blue phantom read him well; he stepped forward into a cut. Lautrec simultaneously thrust his dagger to parry the coming blow and stepped forward to plant his shotel into the armpit gap between the invader's pauldron and breastplate. Instead, the zweihander impacted his left gauntlet, forcing his left arm to cross his chest. The tip of the zweihander was then just four centimeters away from his view. The invader thrust against the front of his helm. The thrust was strong and focused, Lautrec's head whipped back, his arms swung around like a weak flail and he stumbled back to a near fall.
In that short moment of his flailing about was enough for the invader to step forward and assumed Right Wrath. In one simultaneous, solid motion, he lifted his right heel, leaned forward, twisted his hip to the left, leaned his right shoulder into the blow and extended his elbow. The zweihander caught Lautrec's helm and pushed him to pitch his body headfirst to his right onto the floor.
The knight reversed his grip, both hands on the blade with his right hand beneath the parrying handle. Then he smashed the twohander's quillon onto the back of Knight Lautrec's helm until he had made an indentation through to the skull.
The blue phantom passed the zweihander to his left and drew a dagger at his hip with his right and knelt and rested his sword beside the corpse. He cut Lautrec's helm's chin strap and took off the helmet. The helm was full of ash of a once human complexion, now the head that it covered was that of a hollow with a full head of hair, dried skin and a red dark hole on the back of its head. The invader passed the dagger to his left hand, stretch Lautrec's dried ear with his right, his left thumb on the dagger's back edge, while the front edge was on the ear. He raised his left shoulder, and brought down its weight onto the ear in a single breath. The ear came off clean and neat. A Souvenir of Reprisal.
The invader took Lautrec's ring of Favor and Protection, and retrieved the soul of Anastacia of Astora. His duty fulfilled, he returned to his world.
Author's note: I don't really have much to say. It's a generic one-sided power fantasy brawl, nothing special.