Borne with blood on your hands?

He stifles an unmanly scream when a large amount of undead wielding pitchforks sprint out of the shade provided by the large trees in an attempt to spear him. This might've worked on someone else but not Reima, someone who has battled through armies of demons, undead and monsters. He forms an Igni sign while channelling his pyromancy flame to unleash a wall of fire at the approaching undead's, it envelops them burning most to ashes in mere moments, the heat of his flames apparent to all present. The only survivors are heavily armoured tall stone warriors that seemed to have mingled amongst the regular undead, they don't prove a challenge however as a few Crystal Soul spears pierce their armour and rending their internal organs a red pulp. They stagger before falling over, their souls quickly absorbed by Reima's Dark Sign.

Reima continues slaughtering the denizens of the forest in a brutal massacre that would have been spoken of for ages, had everyone who could've told the story not been murdered as well. Reima had just blocked a stone knights large hammer with a Haki infused hand before severing it's head when a large black dragon heavily lands on the bridge in-front of him... It glares at him with it's two black eyes, the red gem on it's fore-head more drawing his attention than any other part of it's body. He gives him the dragon equivalent of a sneer before jumping off and flying away... The encounter had shaken Reima slightly, he had not met a dragon with such a potent aura before, even his medallion could sense it even though it was a fair distance away. He recomposes himself while thinking of ways to fight such a beast in their eventual battle.

He gets back on the path, noting the large almost bottomless pits that are apparently very common in this area, something else to note is a very dark blue substance that seems to be crawling its way up from the pits. It reminds Reima of the creep from Starcraft, he nudges it with his boot and finds it's texture is almost phlegm like... He grimaces and scrapes the remaining goop off of his boot and onto the grass nearby, he knows it's likely the spread of the Abyss but it's still pretty disgusting visually and tactiley. Although he's not at risk of wasting time due to literally travelling to the past he still loots anything he comes across.

Eventually as he approaches the large collosium that he assumes holds Artorias he stumbles across a peculiarly dressed man leaning against a wall beside a bridge... He glaces up and notices Reima immediately, as if he'd been waiting for him. Reima remembers the mans name from the game... He'd personally been killed by him many times, the person Reima would compare him to would be "Trusty" Patches, a kind persona hiding malicious intentions. The man wears a black trench coat, white face-mask paired with a top hat and Victorian era clothes underneath it all, Reima can see the glint of metal in the mans belt, probably a hidden throwing knife?

Chester "Strange... I've never encountered a Cat-eyed human before, let me guess... Snatched by a shadowy limb, and dragged off to distant lands from the past?" he says amused with his arms crossed.

Reima "Nope, I was born and raised here." he says hoping his distraction would sway the mans inevitable death by his hands.

Chester "Really? Because I've also never seen an article of clothing like that around here either." he says while pointing a Reima's Gleam cloak which still sits faithfully on his shoulders.

Reima shrugs, "It's from my ancestors, I'd keep your hands to yourself otherwise you'll find me to be more ruthless than I appear." His eyes dig into the man.

Chester just raises his arms in fake protest, Reima can easily spot a hidden dagger, even if the man hides it impeccably well. "I don't have any intentions towards you my compatriot... How could you think such a-" he cuts his sentence short and tries to stab Reima in the face with an ornate looking dagger, Reima smirks as he easily blocks the strike with his forearm and twists Chester's wrist, forcing the weapon from his grip. Chester spins and tries to sweep his legs, Reima backs up to dodge it while retrieving Arcell from his Folded Space, he looks at Chester who draws a thin sword, he grabs the handle and snaps it into two causing sparks to fly towards him. Without any time to spare he lunges at Reima, who dodges the first stab and ducks under the following slash, "Weird weapon you've got there Chester, you wouldn't happen to belong to a place called Yharnam would you?"

The shock caused by Reima's sudden question causes him to falter slightly, allowing him to gut the dishonourable betrayer like fish. He pierces the mans heart, grips the handle with both hands and forces it downwards, opening up his entire abdomen and allowing his organs to spill out onto the floor.

Reima smiles at the man who doesn't seem to be fading away. "Don't worry, I'm sure this terrible dream will be over soon." he says with no small amount of irony.

Chester slides his mask off and reveals his beastly looking face, "Haaaa, very... Funny...." his body goes limp, dead. Reima grins and takes the two swords from the ground and tries to figure out the mechanism that causes them to click together... After some fiddling he slides on into the other while causing a metallic click to sound out, he can see a small trigger that releases the tension which allows the blades to separate. "Thanks Chester, you've truly proven to be a good friend." he says as he kicks the bloody body covered in it's own internal organs off the nearby cliff.