The Manyforms lies once again dead at our feet, surely already ready to kneel before the gods and ask for forgiveness and the umpteenth chance, when a familiar voice draws my attention.
Oh for fuck's sake, not you again. I know that's a good "sword arm", I enjoyed it myself multiple times.
But it isn't your own, remember?
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Listen, I don't care. Do what you want, just leave me alone once and for all. I'm sick of you harassing me. I already have to deal with plenty of sick bastards obsessed with me, and I won't tolerate another one of you. Leave at once, or you'll see the true face of my anger. I know what you want to ask, I can already tell you the answer is "no, I won't have sex with you".
Again with these pathetic sexual metaphors! Enough! You stared thirstily at my crotch for the last time, wench! Ready your sword! No... not that "sword", the real one! En garde!
You could have figured it out, if only you weren't so intent on dreaming about molesting me all the time.
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I still haven't finished cleaning the blood of my last target off the blade that the gods' mark highlights the path to the next sacrifice. This time, the mark leads directly into Banville's heart, the capital where the Duke himself is plotting his diabolical revenge.
While traversing the countryside, a ragged old man stops me and challenges me to a duel. Wait... haven't I killed you before? I don't really care who you are, there are more urgent matters I have to take care of.
Why do these inferior beings have to keep trying their luck with a valiant knight like me? Don't they know they stand no chance?
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I've almost reached Banville itself, when a familiar, yet alien, figure steps in between my devoted horse and the city's doors. This can't be true... I've seen you perish under my club's might... There's only one possible explanation: necromantic energies brought the shining knight back to life, empowering him with greater strengths and armaments. Only the evil wizard himself can be behind this, and this can only mean one thing: the evil lich and the reviled duke formed an alliance to take me down, united by their common envy towards my radiant heroism.
Come, undead knight. I too have a bigger bonk.