Collin stooped down beside the fox. "Do you think you could walk with some help?"

"Probally," The hood of the cloak fell off revealing a pair of golden eyes and dark fur, "By the way you're not the only south-paw here."

Collin chuckled lightly. "I thought that duel was taking a while." He remarked, holding out a hand. "Grab a hold."

The fox grabbed his paw and staggered to his feet little dizzy from the sudden attack, "I already know your name so I suppose you should know mine it's Night."

(Night is Shadow Night's ancestor so no it isn't the same person but the resembalnce is striking.)

(Bad pun incoming!
The reason he didn't care for becoming a knight is because he was already a Night.
Yeah, that was terrible.)

"A pleasure to offically meet a fine fighter like yourself." Collin commented. "Caradoc, take his other shoulder if you wouldn't mind. Don't touch that knife, though. We don't want him bleeding out."

(Hardly if you knew his past it would make your hair stand on end and that was before he was taken by the Assains' Guild.)

Caradoc did so as Night hissed in pain.

(I figured as much. That said, the day I take these roleplays seriously is the day the sun implodes on itself. We have like, what, 16 trillion years until then?)

"Woah, woah, take it easy." Collin tried to soothe him. "Tell us to stop if you need a break, alright?" He instructed, supporting Night by the unnoccupied shoulder.

(True.)

"It hurts," Night muttered.
"Okay I've had enough hissing and whining so Im gonna try a spell," Caradoc started to weave a small healing spell.
"Wait don't trust me it work!"
Too late as soon as the spell came in contact with Night's shoulder a dark magic pulse sent Caradoc into the wall. The knife dropped from Night's shoulder. Caradoc was in the wall.

The quills on Collin's shoulders raised in alarm. "Corkscrews! What happened just now??" The hedgehog excliamed, looking between Caradoc and Night.

Night paled, "I'm cursed by dark magic."