The hunter swung her Zweihander with all the power she had left. It was a thunderous ZHOOM through the air as the long, sharp blade came crashing down on her foe. She thought it at least would break the intruders guard. She wanted to show that she was capable of combating this intruder and his phantom. However, the hunter's wish wasn't granted. The Zweihander bounced harmlessly of the intruder's sturdy shield, and she felt the phantom's Black Knight Greataxe bury into her back. The pain was immense, and she fell to her knees, gasping for air. When she looked up, she saw her full Black Iron armored opponent stand triumphantly over her, with his Gold Tracer resting at the side of her neck. The hunter felt shame overwhelm her, as she had been beaten by this wildly swinging blind-fighter, and looked down. "What would Shiva have done?" was all she could think, before the Tracer sliced across her throat, and her phantom disappeared.

A hundred and fifty feet away he was watching. His 12 KG Murakumo resting on his lion-decorated shoulder, his Iron Round shield hanging loosely on his left arm, and his look spying like an eagle. He was watching his enemy. They weren't anything special, just the regular forest invaders looking to farm souls of his hunting brothers and sisters. But although they weren't "anything special", men like this made Shiva of the East FURIOUS! They only think about themselves, chug off their cursed Estus flagons, and swing with all they have without any proper training. But Shiva loved handling them like a true hunter, though. And that was what he intended to do now.

"Man, you handled her good!" said the Giant armored, Black Knight Axe-wielder.

"Yeah, I know right! You crushed her spine with that axe of yours! Where do you find those Black Knight weapons?" asked the Black Iron knight.

"This one I looted in the Catacombs." answered the Giant warrior. "But I know there is a sword- and a greatsword wielder in the Burg."

"Cool!" said Black Iron. "I always wanted a slow, heavy, spine-crusher!"

"Well, you're going to feel one now." said a voice behind him.

Before he could react he felt an immense pain across his backside, before being knocked down by something banging the back of his helmet. He landed in a small pond, and instantly saw a blue fog on the ground around him.

No! he thought. Not the Lloyds'!

With a raging battle cry his friend leaped over him with his axe lifted above his head. This was a grave mistake, as it left him open, and their attacker (with apparent ease) threw his shield into the phantoms throat, which caused him to instantly dissipate. The intruder watched in horror as their attacker picked his shield up, and came calmly towards him. He reached for his tracer, and with relief found it. He picked himself up, and now felt a little bit more confident. But all of it disappeared when his attacker laughed the most evil laugh at him. It showed clearly a mocking. It showed clearly the guy was here to teach somebody a lesson. He didn't have to guess who. The five feet long blade named Murakumo, weapon of the captain of the Forest Hunters, Shiva of the East, came crashing down on him.

I do not own Dark Souls! The Souls series are property of From Software.

Authors note: Ok, so with Dark Souls 2 coming out I thought I'd make a FanFiction based on my favorite game in my favorite series. This is my first FF, so I would love some reviews and opinions about my writing. Sorry for this one being rather short. It's late and I wanted to get started, so this was all I could do for tonight. Hope you will enjoy the upcoming story!