[i]Heavy footsteps accompanied by the clanking of metal armour approached the woman from behind, a second long pause hanging between every step and every clank. The cause of these noises? None other than the Chosen Undead himself. Slayer of the Father of the Abyss, Manus; slayer of the Abysswalker, Knight Artorias; slayer of the first Lord of Cinder, Gwyn. He stopped about ten feet behind Adeline, a low, soft growl leaving his throat as the sizzling and sparking lightning from his Artorias Greatsword cast light on him. He was currently wearing a tremendously heavy set of Havel armour, the pure adamantanium and titanium shimmering faintly in the light. Hardlight shields flickered across the armour, as well as across the giant, titanium shield he held in his left hand.[/i] "Murdering the innocents?" [i]He mockingly asked, voice deep and young sounding - though the noise was muffled by the heavy armour, but nevertheless distinguishable. The Abyss was within him. Lingering in the depths of his very being, corrupting him, growing stronger with every death, just waiting to strike and take over. This one's fate was akin to that of Artorias.[/i]