"No, does this still have meaning?" Nord asked.
"I don't know, but I don't want to wait for death. Is that reason enough?" Samuel answered rationally, as he walked to the edge of the building, ready to leap, "There's still a large number of Holy Hall Knights at the square. Although they're just mortals, if used well, we can at least carve out a stronghold in this dead city."
"We must resist to the end, Nord."
Samuel said, leaping over the gap between the buildings, standing on the other side, turning back to look at Nord. Nord said nothing, but retreated slowly until his figure vanished into the darkness.
He paused for a moment, turned around, ready to move forward alone, when suddenly he heard rushed footsteps behind him, the sound getting closer and louder. Samuel turned back, only to see a shadow flash before him... then falling down.
"Ahh!"
Nord screamed in agony, as the gap proved a little too wide for him. Just as he was about to fall off, Samuel grabbed him.
