(lol I forgot about the post limit for a second there)
(lol I forgot about the post limit for a second there)
Alfred lunges at her and pins her to the ground while growling at her, not certain of what to do with her as the two halves of his mind conflict.
Freya : Please remeber me....(she gently put her hands on his face)
Freya : Yes...remeber...!
Just as he is softening his grip on her...….a blade suddenly comes out of his mouth. Freya looks up to see that Damian has plunged his sword through the back of Alfred's head.
Alfred: (collapses and stops moving)
Freya : NOOOO! (She tried to move him up) NOT LIKE THIS....!
Damian: Freya, have you forgotten that my main sword is made of dark silver? He isnt dead, just unconscious.
The Doll : We have a problem!