Post by pepsi on Jan 1, 2021 16:44:32 GMT -5
-- CHAPTER 2 // THE SWORD OF JOLNIR
"You... How can you wield it like he used to?"
Gallahant laughed it out. They were all so clueless: it was them who attacked him first, they didn't even know who he was; that eventually came around to be an advantage to him, because he could very well blame the wanton destruction on them. It would have happened anyways, because you just can't reason with those savages - that's what he thought.
"I am the stuff of legend, I tell you." Gallahant lifted the sword up in the air, witnessing its gleaming power. "Of course, of course, you do not know. I am the descendant of Jolnir!"
The sound of approaching steps interrupted the glorious moment of revelation; the blond knight turned around, and acknowledged another knight clad in armour of ebony.
He recognised him; it was the same knight that he encountered before, in the other village. "You won the joust, squire. Those were among the best of my vassals, and if you're the winner, then they are not."
The sword lost its brilliance, plunging the scene in the dark faintly contrasted by the light of the moon. "What is your name, squire?"
Titho did not reply. His only response was putting his fists up, and square up for the fight.
The knight on horseback witnessed the transformation; a woman turning into a splendid feathered reptile - the likes of which he had never seen before. The other had already escaped, running away into the forests surrounding the area.
"Current objective: defeat the strongest enemy."
His deadpan, monotonous voice rumbled from within the helmet. He took another swing of his crossed weapon, this time much stronger; a gust of wind followed immediately - lifting leaves, ripping blades of grass away from the earth itself.
His stance shifted, and he grasped the reins of his steed firmly in his hand. The Wendats, seeing him clutch the harness with such resolve, scattered in fear. "He's... He's going to do it again!" One of them screamed, running for his life.
The steed picked up the pace, trotting through the grass firmly in the direction of the feathered dragon. The knight raised his weapon once more, charging up his assault.
"[Oversirocco]!"
When he got close enough, he let the weapon fall on his target, swinging with all of his might with a diagonal slash.