The Silver-man

Blood dripping down, drenching the soil, Owl removed the blade that was stuck in his chest. He gazed at his opponent with a murderous glare and spat.

Yvonne was already defeated and unconscious, and he was the only one left standing.

"Dumb, psychotic woman." he cursed under his breath, and wished that she would somehow respond to his insults- but she didn't. "Protecting me like that, how could you be so dumb and reckless?"

"Stop with the yammering and come at me." the sinister moonchild gestured at him to come closer. "This is making me yawn."

"Who the hell are you..?" Owl asked him, with an exhausted voice. His body was almost on the brink of giving up. He couldn't even handle his blade anymore.

"Why should I tell you my name? We aren't even close, and I am not interested in men."

"You remind me of someone so damn stupid." Owl snickered at him. "And I think you've already gotten your ass kicked by him once."

"Oh, you mean Chaol? Of c