Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-35000153-20180614210314/@comment-33719112-20180903035927

Hollow found his way to his feet again, the flickering flames that coated his figure dying out as he sheathed his sword. The knight expected to disappear. His deed was done, and the monster has been slain. Except, he wasn't fading into nothingness as he normally would. His body was still very much corporeal, and he was still in this hellscape world of 'people' that sort of want to fight you, for very different reasons than death. In fact, this whole fight was probably one of the only things he enjoyed about this place.

He analyzed why he still might be around. While the monster that he was fighting had disappeared, a misshappen stone and his daggers in it's place, the other part of the main fight was still around, the rider. He remembered his battle with the Nameless King, how he had to defeat the mount before fighting the stormbringing himself.

His summoner moved forward and cast a quick spell on her, but Hollow had already unsheathed his sword, and had it on the back of her neck, positioned to chop.