He had finally exhausted her fighting, with only a few wounds to himself, which he was proud of. They had fought, swords clashing, sparks flying, for over four hours. She lay against him now, calm and close to death, while he stroked her long hair, waiting patiently for her to die. "I am Death, my dear," he whispered in her ear. Her glazed eyes betrayed nothing of what she felt as her body slowly began weakening.... I'm pretty sure the title of this one is the title of a song as well, but whatevs. This one actually took me quite a long time; mainly because before I coloured it the hair and the lines of the arms were all messed up and it took me some time to differentiate between the two. But I FINALLY got it sorted out and this is the result. Ignore the colouring of the pillow. I am aware it sucks.