09-13-2009, 12:01 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-13-2009, 12:38 PM by MasterZero.)
Hunter looked at Cassandra, with a twist of surprise and admiration. "Are you sure?" he asked, though he already knew. If he was in her position, he would probably want the same. To die fighting. "Then let our duel, begin," he growled, and his armor transformed into it's more powerful, armored form. He held his sword and held it tight. "You have my admiration, Cassandra of the Britannians. In a perfect world, you and I may have been friends," he commented, before charging forward, and attempting to pierce Cassandra's heart with his sword. "FOR THE SAXON KINGDOM!" FOR GRACE!
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.