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A cracked mask lay next to the barely breathing body of the samurai as he craned his head forward to watch his would-be killer finish him off.

The Valkyrie could not see his face, as the black of night and the buildings around them casted shadows that hid his features. She shook her head slowly in pity toward the warrior's misguided duty that held blasphemy.

"End it." He demanded her. His tone shook from the effort of breathing through the pain as he said this.

The warrior of light stared at him for a moment and readied her sword as she recited her prayer to him, "Oh holy mistress, please lay your hands upon this misfortunate guardian and guide him back to the path of which he rightfully belonged to."

With the final demise dawning upon him, he laid his head back and waited for the killing blow to come.