It could be seen that the battle was over, and that Shiro had lost. He couldn't move any part of his body, he just laid there as the armored man walked slowly towards him, dragging his sword on the ground.
Shiro laid there listening to the clanking sounds the sword made as it dragged along the floor.
"Ah..." "ah..." "ah..." "ah" he constantly uttered, as if he was trying to say something, but it was already too late. Shiro watched as the sword came down on him; straight to his heart and twisting more than once.
His entire body had run cold, he could no longer feel his heartbeat (of course he couldn't feel it, anyone who feels a beat after all that twisting should be scared of himself ) and his vision was getting hazy.
"So this is death" Shiro thought not minding what was going on.
Before everything turned completely dark, Shiro heard a loud voice yell "Aka'nchawa" then he saw a bright light that illuminated his entire field of vision, and felt himself getting picked up. Shiro couldn't help but wish, that his saviour should have come earlier.
Woe to those that make enemy of the priests of the mighty one
for their fate is worse than death
The damned shall mock them
and the hopeless shall look down on them with pity
The sick will look healthy in comparison to them
and the dead shall look alive in their presence
For they make and enemy of a priest and in doing so
they make an enemy of his god
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