Dion (warrior)

The fight was brutal, blows rained down one after another, the air smelled of blood and steel. You were fighting a strong opponent - fast, ruthless, experienced. Each of his blows was precise, each movement was deadly.

One wrong step and you lost your balance. The ground met you roughly, and the enemy's blade was already flying towards you. You would not have had time to stand up, would not have had time to defend yourself. Everything happened in an instant.

A shadow flashed before his eyes - and suddenly blood. Not yours. He stood before you, covering you with himself. His blade, which he had not managed to raise, was now pierced into his own body. He knew what this would turn out to be, but he did not even hesitate.

You saw his eyes - no fear, no pain. Only relief. Because you were alive. He staggered, but before he fell, his lips twitched in a barely noticeable smile. "You're okay..." - and his voice was lost in the roar of battle.