"Margo" roars a loud voice. "Lady Margo". The young woman lifts her head. Searching for the familiar voice, she searches the battlefield. Despite fighting one man, the ground was covered with blood. There were no corpses, for the creature used the corpses as his soldiers. Once they gave up their lives, they come back as evil soldiers, without willpower. Murdering, burning, raping... cursed. The dark night was lit by hot flames that hungrily licked the wooden sheds and cottages. Women passed her, shrieking, fleeing from the evil that had come upon them in the dead of night. Lady Margo was not afraid. On the contrary, she was the king's most trusted warrior. Everyone laughed when the captain accepted her. But that laughter quickly faded. Margo had worked her way up. She became a just and honest warrior in no time. One that deserves all the respect. And now was her chance to fully prove herself. The search for their captain had exhausted them. Emotionally and physically, she didn't give up. It's true, she never thought she'd end up in a small village like o thù. Her deep brown round eyes carefully scanned the battlefield. Because that is what the village has become. A battlefield... Her long dark blond hair, neatly tied in a tight ponytail, is covered in blood. Not even her blood. Her bright white lavish outfit is covered in mud, blood, and guts. Her thick heart-shaped lips are broken and dry. Her roman shaped nose, hurted of inhaling all the smoke. Her triangle shaped face had here and there a smear of sand. She carefully turns and stares into the dark eyes of her attacker... Hate. Margo takes a deep breath and licks her plump pink lips. Adrenaline raced through her veins. "This is the end of your crimes," she proclaims bravely. An German accent in her soft voice. Her pointy ears, porcelain skin and inverted triangle shaped body are decorated with dark green symbols, carefully paiinted. It betrays that she is a wood Elf. Hate smiles viciously and raises his weapon. While keeping it in a low whisk, Margo opts for a high whisk. A playful smile rests on Hate's pale lips as he waits for the young girl to attack. Accompanied by an angry cry, she attacks with an uppercut that is easily parried by Hate. A middle and lowcut is again dealt after which Margo steps away from him. He wasn't going to surrender as easily as her previous opponents. That much was clear. Hate blocks her sting and attacks with an uppercut. Four uppercuts are dealt again, after which Margo attacks with a high slam as a surprise. Quickly Hate turns his sword horizontally and kicks Margo away from him. Growling, she lands on the floor. Hate laughs viciously and steps closer. However, Margo is not going to give up yet. She rolls away from him and quickly jumps up. Turning, she attacks him again causing them both to fall to the ground. Margo punches him twice. Hate, growling, headbutts her, causing Margo to roll off him. Growling, they straighten themselves. Blood runs down Margo's forehead, but she's not alone. Pearl red blood drips from Hate his nose and chin. He smiles and wipes the blood away. Margo attacks with an unexpected uppercut that he quickly dodges. Again, eight uppercuts are dealt after which they circle like vultures around each other. Hate kicks Margo in her stomach causing her to fall to her knee. He grabs her hair to decapitate her, but she is smarter and faster. She plants her fist rock hard in his crotch causing him to drop through his legs moaning. Growling, he turns and parries her uppercut. Margo makes a brutal attack on his neck but he grabs her leg. He lets her fall on her back. He smiles at her and sniffs. "I wanted to kill you... But now... now I have a much better idea" he winks. Margo shudders at this idea. Sudden adrenaline rushes through her body as she kicks him off her. Hate growls and falls on his back. His chainmail rings loudly on the chilly stones. She attacks again with a middle attack. Five uppercuts are dealt at breakneck speed. Hate coughs and looks at the bleeding gash on his jaw. He wipes the blood and attacks again with a middle blow. He bends down hurriedly beside her, turns around her, and takes off her weapon. Margo swallows and takes a step back. She knows her end is now assured. Hate chuckles viciously and tosses her weapon. He jumps forward and sticks his weapon in her abdomen. She falls down moaning. Hate looks at the blood on his weapon and kneels by Margo. He bites open his wrist and places it between her lips. "Drink" he orders softly. A smile appears on his lips as he lifts her dying body. He bites open her neck and greedily drinks her precious blood. "Welcome... Fear" he whispers with a smile.