Life and Death II

Devastation rocked the battlefield, shattering the earth beneath this great knight's feet. Blood painted my eyes as my bones shattered, and my skin peeled back while many of my organs ruptured the moment our blades clashed. And yet only a longing smile emerged, as my blade, carved through his helm, severing it in half before coming to a stop as he defended. 

A winter storm of snow-white hair valiantly fluttered through the breeze as familiarity prickled my sight. Scarlet eyes, plucked by the gods or perhaps the Fallen of Hell, met with mine. I couldn't stop staring at the striking features presented to me. The apparent look of sorrow, the hint of supremacy in which this Stranger carried himself. It all felt… familiar.