The Death Knight fell off his horse. He was shocked. Embarrassed. Humiliated. How could he be defeated so easily? The victor slowly approached the fallen knight. She was a young woman, with long white hair with pink eyes. Her name was Lysithea, a student at Garreg Mach Monastery. The Death Knight grumbled under his breath. The girl was getting closer, and he didn’t want to take another hit. He had to think of a retreat. Fast. He tried getting up, but couldn’t. He was too wounded. The