The RHPK

Chapter 6- The Armor-Smith

Chapter 6- The Armor-Smith

"Have mercy!"

The Pink Knight stared at him blankly as he held the bloody numbs that were once his legs. He screamed and swung his arms around trying to hit her.

"They had to die. Why aren't you willing to die an honorable death like your comrades?" she whispered and gestured to the littered bodies of Fur Clan warriors all around them. He widened his eyes and tried to bite her. She laughed a little and stabbed him through the chest.

She sat in a pool of blood and stared at the sky. The bushes surrounded her, roots twisting and knotting at her toes. "Hey, Zach?" she murmured. "How are Mom and Dad doing?"

"What was that?"

She looked at the bushes and saw a man step out. He definitely wasn't from Fur Clan; he would be wearing their uniform and would've attacked.

"It's none of your business," the Pink Knight said coldly.

"I see. So, who did this?" He spread his arms to gesture at all the gore around them. She looked at the blood she was sitting in.

"I did."

He started to laugh at her, his cape starting to get wet with the blood on the ground. The Pink Knight picked up her sword and moved with lightning speed in front of him. She placed the sword on his neck.

"Do you believe me now?" she hissed and stepped back.

He nodded frantically and took three steps back. "I'm sorry about my reaction. How old are you?"

"Eleven."

"But-"

"Fighting strongly doesn't involve age or gender. It involves will and strength."

"I see."

They stayed in silence before the Pink Knight rested the tip of her sword on the ground and walked past him. 

"Wait!" he called, grabbing her wrist.

"What?" she growled.

"What's your name?"

"RHPK. I am known by no other name."

"Are you a robot?"

"Sir, I am a human being who despises enemies. I do not think that a program can experience the hatred I feel for Fur Clan."

"Fur Clan... well... I'm Carl. I'm moving to the village today so I guess I'll see you around?"

"I guess." She shook her hand free of his and walked off.

She came upon another person wearing a hood that shadowed over their face. There were many of them- they carried thin yellow swords and bows. They weren't as bulky as Fur Clan, in fact they were quite slim.

"Ah, the Pink Knight. We've been looking for you," the hooded person at the front said with a chuckle. He rose his hand in the air, and the hooded people all formed a wall with their bows up. The one at the front put his hand forth, and the arrows flew. The Pink Knight used her sword to boost over the arrows and spin around mid-air.

"Hit me with your best shot, Hoods," she growled and spread her legs, sword blocking the bottom half of her face.

"With pleasure." He took out his bow and shot an arrow into a tree. The Hoods roared and charged at her with their swords. The Pink Knight chuckled and sprinted at them. She swung her sword, slicing up the Hoods and gutting them.

Only the front man was left. His hood had fallen back, revealing a mortified expression. "Th-those were my best men..." he said, horrified. The Pink Knight walked up to him slowly.