The Fog Lay Thickly Upon the Battlefield

The corpses of 1,001 dead warriors lay strewn upon the highlands. Aye, it was a gory day indeed. The battle raged nigh 14 and a half hours (given a brief respite for a haggis during a lull in the sword swingin'). The auld saying goes "there can be only one." Today, aye, 'tis true. And the only one left standin' is CelticDeath. Became a graduate De La Maza today, for sure.

Ahh, but don't worry your heads laddies and bonny lasses. There are many more battles for the dark knight to fight. All in the name of glory. I hear there has been a challenge from the Land of Convekta, claimin' me technique is a little ailin'. Sayin' I can handle the brutishness of battlefield tactics, but can't handle an honest endgame joust. Aye, it's time to gather me Claymore, shield, leggings, and breastplate. The battle isn't over...it has just begun!