"... This... is it.
The end of the line for me.
I have challenged the Father of this wretched Dark ill prepared and I am now to pay the price for my folly. I do not regret my death, for I, the one they named the Abysswalker to die in the Abyss, fighting the greatest threat that lies within is a good end. I must say however, that I do have regrets. Not in taking my stand here against this unholy foe, no... But for leaving behind so many things. My fellow Knights, my ever loyal companion Sif, I bid you farewell. May you serve our Lord Gwen to your fullest and banish the encroaching Dark.
To you, my Lord Gwen, I must take my leave. I pray that you forgive this brash knight for not being able to serve you longer.
Ah... My legs, they feel so numb. My left hand is torn and strength leaves my good arm. This truly is... the end... It's cold... So so.... cold..."
Quick drawing. Had fun doing this.
I like Frank Miller's Sin City's style.