Ice swirled around the cloaked figure as he stood, sword drawn, on the top of Starset Summit, ready for the battle to come. Already injured, he knew he couldn't win, but that wouldn't stop him from trying. He would fight until his heart gave its last sterterous beat. He loved the thrill of war, the adrenaline coarsing thing through his veins, the blood dripping off his blade. He fought alone against an army, but to him it did not matter. He would keep the people he loved safe, even if they didn't know of his sacrifice, even if they themselves hated him. He would save them becuase if he did not, he would not be the person he thought he was and