A Vision of Choices: Part 2

You pick up a shield, noticing immediately that it is incredibly light, but sturdy. Holding it in front of you, you crouch just as a wave of shadows explode from the sky-borne figure, ripping through the remaining combatants. You watch in horror as the warring figures are drained of life, their gaunt faces screaming in silent agony as they fall to the ground. The shield buckles, but holds, and for a hellish few seconds there is nothing but silence and the gasps for a dying breath. The figure in the sky descends, pulling from the air a sword of black, with red lettering constantly shifting along it's blade. The figure lands silently on the ground, bodies around it beginning to rot and decay immediately. It turns to you and speaks a word in a language that sounds like bells, and the last thing you remember is seeing your reflection in your own rapidly pooling blood.