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Jonathan didn't want to kill Artorias, and it was also against the rules anyways. Yet he had never wanted to be so brutal against a young student either. But his stubbornness and powerful abilities forced him to do it… again.
"Give up. Now."
"A-Ah… But I don't… wanna!"
Artorias slowly stood up again, grasping into his sword, which was slowly falling into pieces. Jonathan felt something within him, a darkness that might evolve into a Nightmare.
If he didn't take care of him now, it could create a catastrophe in the middle of the arena, affecting many people at once, and ruining Artorias' life.
"The sword… is all I have!"
Artorias slowly stood up, glancing at Jonathan, his sword returned to its original form, no longer he had more energy to use its true powers.
"I'm sorry, Artorias…"
"Eh? What are you sorry for?! It's just… Dammit!"
He rushed forward, swinging his blade against Jonathan.
CLASH!
This time, Jonathan didn't evade, or resist, or parry the hit.
