Apocalypse | BTS ✓

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Reine stumbles back a few more steps, struggling to stay on her feet as the mist continues to form around her. Intense heat radiates from it, and she finds it difficult to take clear, deep breaths through the hot air swirling around her and the red fog.

Slowly, it pulls together, and Reine can see the shape of a kneeling man forming before her. Her eyes stay locked on the man as she hears Jimin yelling out in anger and frustration. He continues to keep the basilisk as far away from Reine and his brother as possible until the Horseman of War is able to fight with him. Though he knows it is useless, he shoots his arrows at the snake, trying to keep its attention on him. He can't hurt it with his arrows anymore, but he is doing his best to annoy it enough to make it want to kill him instead of going after Reine.

The Queen keeps her guard up as she watches the man, now fully formed, stand straight and stretch his muscles, groaning in relief as he flexes his fingers and adjusts the red leather guards on his forearms.

His eyes glance and they catch Reine's apprehensive stare. His eyebrows shoot up slightly while Reine's mouth opens as she tries to think of what to say to him in this moment when she needs to say a hundred things at once to explain who she is, why he has been freed and what he needs to do.

His deep red hair is short on the sides and back, the longer hair on top pulled into a messy bun as the stray hairs around his forehead blow in the slight breeze left behind by the opening of his box. A large scar going down the left side of the man's face from his forehead to his jawline is only one of the many indications on this man's body that he has fought many battles; there are numerous scars littered across his body, evidence that he is, and always has been, a warrior.

A red leather shoulder plate matching his forearm guards covers his right shoulder, strapped onto his muscular body around his chest and back, the straps connecting together on his left side. Bronze accents his red armor, the metal glimmering brightly in the sun's light as he continues to stare at Reine, his stare half curious, half surprised.

Aside from the few pieces of armor on his forearms and his right shoulder, his torso remains bare, his exposed skin revealing the numerous scars Reine's eyes keep shifting to as she tries to keep her chin held high in front of the intimidating man with glittering, dark eyes staring right into her apprehensive green ones.

His lower half is covered with black leather pants, his leather boots being covered in a thin layer of sand as he stands, his face slowly shifting from one of curiosity and surprise to one of amusement.

"Hello there, beautiful," the man says in a tone deeper than his brother's, his grin instantly turning his intimidating demeanor into something much more charming and inviting.

Reine opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out as her brain scrambles to find a way to balance out everything screaming in her mind at once.

She has freed the second Horseman. She is halfway to having the army she needs to avenge those she loved. She is also concerned about Jimin's safety, and knows she needs to make this man realize that his brother is currently fighting against a beast he cannot handle alone.

The thought of Jimin getting hurt snaps her back into a logical state of mind, and her hand comes up, a shaky, burned finger pointing in the direction of Parish.

"Your brother needs your help," Reine manages to say, and the man's eyebrows raise again before he turns, his back turning to her as he takes in the sight behind him.

Reine's eyes can't help but to wander to the man's back, seeing an empty holster on the back of the shoulder guard he is wearing. She also sees two large scars on his upper back, one being mostly hidden by the guard on his shoulder. She realizes that these scars must be where his wings once were when he was an angel.