When will it end?

     The clearing was silent, for several seconds, before the portal opened. Artorias was launched out, as he rolled up into a standing position. He grasped at his arm, pain searing through the frail limb. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a poison throwing knife. He stabbed himself in the arm, before yanking out the knife and applying a purple moss clump. He sighed in relief as the pain subsided into numbness. As he stood up, arm limply hanging from his side, he saw the grave in the center of the clearing. He slowly began to approach, wearly eyeing the blades scattered around its base.  When he got close, he heard a growl above him. Looking to the top of the grave, he saw the giant wolf far above him. He began to back away slowly, but the wolf jumped down and began to approach. He fell to the ground, before looking up into the wolfs eyes as it sniffed him over. As he stared at him, he saw... "Sif?" The wolf slowly got up, sadness in its eyes, before howling to the moon. As Artorias reached out to him, a dark cloud of black energy flew into Sif. With a cry of pain, Sif began running around, smashing his head into the ground. His fur began to turn into a mixture of black and gold. Artorias lept up, and pulled his blade from his back. As he ran towards Sif, he realized that Sif had stopped smashing his head into the ground. As he stood there, Sif slowly began to turn his head towards Artorias. When Artorias saw his eyes, they were whited over, and unmoving. He slowly went into a battle stance as the Dark Sif howled at the moon, signifying the start of battle. Artorias watched as a blue blade flew from in front of the grave and into Sif's mouth.

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      Artorias and the wolf began to spin around each other. Artorias looked deep into Sif's eyes, and saw a bare glimmer of resentment. With a roar Artorias rushed forward, sword swinging in an arc. Sif jumped back with a twirl of his blade, before dashing forward with a swing of his own. Artorias ducked underneath, before slicing Sif across the chest. With a howl, Sif leapt  back as blood dripped from the cut. Artorias looked at the blood and saw it was pure black, but as it hit the ground in disappeared into smoke. Artorias looked up as Sif began spinning like a cyclone. Artorias kicked his blade into the ground, before leaping off it while tugging it out of the ground. Sif span below him as he fell towards the ground. As Sif span to a stop, Artorias slammed his head into the ground, before kicking off it and back into the air. Sif howled in anger, before he slammed his blade into the ground. Artorias landed right next to where it hit, before he rolled to the right. Sif span in a circle, the tip of his blade catching Artorias across the chest. He gasped in pain as the blade scraped across his chest, and his blood flew through the air. He tumbled across the ground, before kneeling next to the pond in the corner. He dashed forward just as Sif landed nearby. As Sif turned, Artorias smacked the blade from his mouth. He then scratched his blade across Sif's left paw. He howled as Artorias' blade went right through with a blue light. He backed as his paw, (which was still connected to his leg, seemingly unharmed) glowed blue, before casting away the dark energy. Sif tried to run, but Artorias sliced through his other foot, causing Sif to fall to the ground. That paw also was purified of the dark energy that was inhabiting his body. The Dark Sif began to whimper as Artorias raised the blade high, and stabbed him in the center of his head. He howled in pain as his body glowed blue, and the darkness dissipated into a cloud of black smoke. Artorias knelt next to Sif as he whinpered in pain.

      As he stood there the black smoke bagel to condense behind him. He turned around as the smoke began to create a mirror  image of him, except for the fact that the blade was glowing black. Artorias scoffed as he readied his blade. With a jolt they both jumped forward, their blades clashing. They leapt back before their blades clashed again. A wind began to pick up as their blades clashed faster and faster. Artorias swung his blade sideways. Instead of mirroring, the copy shoved his sword into the ground, and used it as a handhold to kick Artorias in the head. Artorias stumbled back as the copy yanked his blade out of the ground as he swung at Artorias from above. Artorias brought his sword up and parried the blow, but he fell to one knee as the force was so strong. He lurched to the right as the blade smashed again. He swung his sword in an upward slice, and severed the mirrors left arm. It stumbled as it adjusted to the weight of wielding the it's sword in one hand. Artorias span around before severing the other arm. The limb and sword dissipated as it lurched to the right. Artorias held up his blade as it began to glow blue. The copy turned as he thrust his sword forward.

Fshhiing! Artorias fell to the ground. He looked down at the blade piercing through his chest. The copy in front of him moved its shoulder, and the blade was drawn out. Artorias fell down as he stared at the arms and blade which reattached themselves to its body. He began to fall unconscious as the copy dissipated into a cloud, and seeped into his body.