"Pleased? You're gravely injured, unable to hold your sword steady, aren't you, Knight? Yet I can resurrect, I really don't know what you're so happy about..."
Once again, Viscount Awak stepped back several paces, he gasped violently, the sensation of his heart and lungs being pierced haunted him, and the Noble glared at the Black Armored Knight with gritted teeth, "The full force of the Dead River Armament? I did not wish to use it... but you're forcing my hand, Knight!"
His voice started out normal, but as he continued, it grew increasingly low and maniacal.
