They say the Devil will grant you the power of a rider, a pure of vebgeance and sacred justice punishing the sinners and drag there pity souls to hell.
Duranda, Rita and the rest of Mortal blades surrounds the Ghost rider aiming, spears, axe, and guns.
The sky soon becomes more darker and the storm begins letting lout a loud thunder.
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Slowly the eerie changes at the rider grips on its Mystical Chain-sickles, the fire on its skull blows around while phasing at all of them.
However Durandal steps forward and aims her Lance at Ghost rider.
Durandal: Y/n, By the order of the Bishop, surrender now!
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However only silence answers her, but at this moment.
Rita: Should we attack, Master Durandal.
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Durandal: We have no other choice, all of you! Prepare to attack!
Ghost grips onto his chains and slowly raise its head with pure vengeance and rage flowing into him, within its empty eyes, Durandal gestures the Knights to engage.
