Rick, Soldier of God
Taking a breather he looks around the room as he realizes just how many corpses there are and realizes the grim truth, 'Slave labor, used till death and farmed for their runes', noticing a chest nearby he opens it and finds a small wooden shield and a second pop-able rune, 'finally a shield', he quickly straps it to his arm while strapping the spear to his back, believing sword-and-board to be fine for the moment.
Moving to the next chamber he finds 5 half-dead commoners on rolled out squares of bloodied cloth, likely just kept here for the captain to kill later to get stronger, finally he gets to the bridge and raises his shield as a bolt slams into it, embedding into the shield and he breaks into a run at the Crossbow soldier who ditches his ranged weapon and pulls out a longsword and swings at his necks, he parries the swing into the air by ducking and punching it with the shield, leaving him open to a simple stab through the throat.
Picking up the crossbow and taking the small pouch of bolts from the soldier alongside his gloves out of spite and necessity for something other than makeshift hand wraps made from his old torn shirt, also noticing a commoner crawling away from him at the end of the bridge he raises the crossbow with one hand and hits him in the leg, "damn, was aiming for his head, gotta use two hands for now guess", he says simply as he walks over and stabs him simply before going back and tying the longsword to his waist as he also cant use it with his strength at the moment.
He continues clearing the room cautiously and methodically, with there being 5 times the enemies and a few room he doesn't remember before he gets to a collapsed wall with a crack in it, looking in he sees a much larger soldier with more flush skin and less zombie looking wielding a lsordsworn greatsword hacking apart a few commoners and even running through the armor of one of his own soldiers that was there before simply turning and shambling away, 'damn, gonna be a hard fight, luckily I have a few tricks at least, one of which is trying to use glintstone magic, cant be harder than soul sorcery which is literally magic that attacks the soul of something right?'.
Turns out is is pretty easy to learn glintstone sorceries basic principles, "so all I have to do is use a crystal or catalyst you have and connect to lunar and astral bodies to draw from their power to alter the world around you, it allows me to easily cast a pebble when I envision the Moon god I saw as a catalyst for glintstones, however the clear image I had must be fucking with it in a good way as it comes out as cold glintstones, which will help but will screw me over if i wanna cast normal magic or even the magma sorceries, huh", as he muses his noise attracts a soldier so he casts cold pebble(will not abbreviate that) and it hits him square in the shoulder, taking a chunk of armor while the area near it freezes over like that part specifically was left in a blizzard, so he casts 4 more before the soldier finally dies to a pebble to the face.
He continues around the bend, killing one more commoner before entering the black and yellow mist, slowly moving around the arena's large pool of ankle-to-shin deep water, slowly moving to get closer to the captain without him realizing, staff in the left hand, sword in the right, the captain suddenly swings at him, causing him to backpedal and fall as he casts two cold pebbles at the captains feet, causing the water to freeze, distracting him long enough so the Champion can scramble to his feet, and knowing that was last of his FP he tosses the staff at him, it easily being cut in half as the champion runs to finish the fight quick, the captain goes for a stab while champion sidesteps and attempts to tackle him to get him off balance, before hearing the breaking of ice and receiving a cold metal boot to the gut, launching him back a few meters, "don't get hit, got it", he says as pulls out the crossbow and fires a shot before circling to the side and pulling out the spear, he goes for a wide slash at his legs, having the spear be broken in half as it's blocked by the great sword, the champion takes his shaft end of the spear and jabs it into the vulnerable foot of the captain before leaping to the side and rolling as a large swing misses by a hares breath, causing the champion to sweat a little as the captain pulls it out like nothing but needs to quickly pull his crossbow again and shoots a small glass flask of liquid the captain brings out of his pocket, smashing it on the rock behind him, making his head turn, and the instant he does the champion closes the distance, with the captain only able to swing down in reaction to a good old stab in the throat, taking the champions left arm with him.
Sweating as he puts his (severed)arm on his lap, chugging what little Red Flask he has and checks his new thing next to his souls while watching the soldier of godrick captain fade to ash: Runes [1829] Debuffs [Lost Limb: Left arm(rest at grace to restore)], "well fuck me", he groans out as he takes his shield off his severed arm and straps it on his back where his (now broken) spear was, and groans as begins walking up hill to the exit, picking up something at the top as everything starts to go fuzzy from blood loss as his flask didnt fully seal the wound, and falling next to a floating golden shard and passing out from overexertion.