Dark Blaze

Chapter 20

The four tenebrous knights appeared furthermore. Jharòld tightly squeezed his mickle hammer and swing it to the knight in front. The nefarious knight flinched by going under from the swing then strolled back. The two knights on both sides of his strike at once. Jharòld swing it again and again until they got hit by his attack. Three nefarious knights blocked using their glaive then onslaught. Jharòld sprang high to break the knight's head while raising the face of the hammer vertically. One at a time he smashed the head of a second knight he attempted to assault. When his mickle hammer hit the rock, the ground rumbled and some like dripstone crescent above the knight's feet and stabbed their bottom. Some of the knights managed to escape from the big strike.

Suddenly a light beacon appeared in front of him that came out of nowhere, it came before the strike from the nefarious knight. Speck of ashes below where the knight will strike Jharòld.  He didn't care so he swing his mickle hammer twice and turned the knight into ashes. The darkling knight swing his sword - Jhàrold moved in reverse and then swing it. He kicked the last knight's glaive as it fell from his grip and swing his hammer right to its head, the glaive from the Knight tried to block it but it was far from him. The head fulminates as the moment he whacks the head he intends for and left some ashes eventually. Jharòld turned around with a consolation. Roselïàn threw a blade covered with roses through the woman who helped Jharòld. "Hey!" He yelled ere seeing the woman sprint to attack Roselïàn. Roselïàn's attack is so steady, blasting the petals of the blade, and every time she strikes back her dress moves along with her actions. The woman is so fast as well and Jharòld couldn't focus to slay the woman who attempted to eradicate Roselïàn. Beacon like a strike of lightning but shaded with a lavender color straight to Roselïàn. Strong meanders pushing the trees as well Jharòld. The perfervid battle between them, can malefic the village in front of the Heloreuot kingdom with flames from the sudden lightning. Roselïàn exudes both arms from the mirror defense. The woman's eyes were blue light the color of the lightning when it gets angry overhead the dark clouds.

The time she tries to fire on some of her blades but the woman uses the mirror defense to reflect the assault. The blade went back upon hers, barely stabbed and she dodge it swiftly with petals falling behind. Beacon appeared again, the woman ambushed once more and Roselïàn struggles to manage to escape. Her dress got ripped off only the bottom side of the rose garment. Messy hair and the reason for that is the powerful bugle. The woman spread her wings and then yelled saying "You shall pay, thy highest supernal orders!" The woman takes out her sword and her eyes glow like tangerine as she opens her eyes, it changed fast. Rosealïàn gazed at the great power that astonished her slightly and little drops of her tears fell on her cheeks. After that, some mickle dreary beacon struck Rosealïàn and made her disappear, ash above and the only thing left was her blades and wither roses. Rosealïàn was struggling to flee by moving side to side or back and forth without single support from Jharòld but death chose her with righteousness.  

The woman cast a strong howl to blow the speck of ashes away above the ground. Jharòld fell and then creased his head trying to remember what happened. The villagers came out and gleefully cheered the woman like she was the current hero. The woman smiled quickly ere heading to the castle while the villagers applaud her as well Jharòld. Jharòld strolled to her with a garboil on his impression - questioning with an eyebrow raised and grinning his teeth. "What the f*ck just happened?" He questioned sans the impressions he did before this. "Language please" the woman calmly said with no wrath expression she showed or even stress after that short battle between the princess.
As the two warriors came into the castle. Guards tried to seize them but Jharòld defend the woman with wrath on his face. "Thee relinquish or perish," Jharòld said while he gripped his mickle hammer angrily. He wants to know badly who influenced him and force him to kill somebody out of no consent. The woman lay her hand above his arms to calm down and leave them alone because they're innocent. As they walk onto the great halls of Heloreuot, a red carpet in the middle alongside dark roses in the vases.