The King of Ghost Fire

The knight pushed himself to stand up, His armor dented and cracked. A fraction of his helmet had broken off revealing a rotting corpse underneath. A bloodshot eyeball glared at me as he struggled to his feet.

"Very good, you still have a lot of fight in you. I wonder how long you can hold on." He fumbled with his helmet, removing the now broken metal from his decaying face. A horrifying smile was on his face as he dropped the helmet. He undid his gauntlets and threw them aside.

"A knight of honor till the end?" I asked confused at the display.

"You are worthy of such honor. Let us fight like men." He answered in a gravelly voice.