Classy, Controlled Chaos - The STEAM Team Adventures

🔥 Liquidation [4/8] 🔥

King Arthur's POV:

Tia and I were fighting in sync, turning the kingdom into a winter wonderland in the middle of the summer.

We knew the drill: Blast, swing, and sweep.

It was a simple, yet effective process.

Tia would blast the terrain in frostbreath to make it easier for both of us to move and attack on.

I would then swing at the opponent with my sword to get some critical hits.

After the enemy was tired out, we would both come in and sweep the rest of the battlefield clear of any other opponents we haven't taken care of.

She loved this strategy, and so did I.

Gliding across the iced-over stones with my ice skates, I wielded my sword, preparing to swing.

We were clearing out the Haven Town Square, the center of the kingdom's urban area.

Tia, who was sprinting -yes, sprinting- across the ice, continued to blast more of her frostbreath on the ground, creating more space for us to fight.

It made it harder for our opponents to reach us, and easier for us to outrun them.

"Watch your six!" My apprentice cried out, streaking over to me with her RipTrident drawn.

She practically flew past me, driving her weapon through what I assumed was the shadows of a house behind me.

When I saw the smoky, dark dust billowing from where she had just been, I knew it was a clear sign of spirits nearby.

"You can't run forever, mortal."

A shiver went down my spine as I heard Sir Blackthorne's voice echo through the air.

My son and the former leader of the royal guard was back from the dead.

"Show yourself!" Tia screeched, sliding across the ice and nearly colliding with me. "Don't be a coward, reveal your disfigured, ugly face!"

At that instant, the fallen knight materialized a few yards away from us, his gaze locked on my apprentice.

"You believe I'm no longer attractive, hm?" He breathed, giving the captain a roguish smile. "I think I look just as good as I did when I was alive."

I shielded her with one arm, pointing the tip of my arming sword at the spirit with the other. "You quit speaking to her like that. Don't come any closer or we will attack."

Blackthorne chuckled deeply, a tendril of ivy slinking from his hand and around my frost-covered blade. "Father, you don't understand... You don't outnumber me by much. Two isn't a lot, y'know?"

My eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean by that?"

"You are incredibly stupid." The obsidian-armored knight grinned, his tone degrading. "Allow me to demonstrate a fraction of what chaos I can wreak upon you and the damsel you took from me."

With a flick of his wrist, the ivy around my sword constricted sharply, shattering my blade with ease.

"Do you not see the danger you're in?" He smiled, levitating closer to me. "Defensless, cornered, and afraid... You reek of fear right now, old man."