For Honor:A Warden's Oath (Apollyon x Male Warden)

A Knight of Grey

AN:I completely forgot Apollyon's lore until a few minutes ago so her back story is a little different. Forgive me. :(
Anyways I hope you enjoy it.

Apollyon POV

Apollyon sat back against a log as she laid the sword across her lap. She ran her gloved hand over the serrated edge of her blade and continued to trace the flat edge of it. She remembered when she first received this sword, her first kill… her father. She chuckled at how pathetic his end was, when he thought his only daughter wasn't worthy enough to train to become a Warden or anything of worth but her mother saw potential. She had sent her to train with her uncle where he drilled into her mind that war was the natural state of humans. Where they excel, where they are in their purest primal form, where the wolf truly shows itself amongst the sheep. She removed her skull helmet and placed it next to her on the ground as she let out a sigh at the cool wind caressing her face. She faintly touched her cheek where her father had managed to cut her before she took his life. Then her village was sacked by a raiding party which slaughtered everyone including her remaining family but she alone made her stand and managed to survive. In the moment she saw the truth in her Uncle and mother words. She leaned her head back against the log as she stared up at the blue sky when she heard someone approach quickly, she picked up her long and got up. She held it at the ready but was slightly disappointed to only find Mercy, her peacekeeper.

“Master.” Mercy greeted with a bow.

“What news have you brought me, Mercy?” Apollyon questioned as she sat back down.

“Master, you know the Warden, we have all heard about. He is defending a nearby village from a small company of rogue knights.”

Apollyon’s eyes widened as she got back up instantly and grabbed her helmet. “Show me.”

Mercy nodded her head. “Holden and Davis are already on their way there.”

They mounted their horses before Mercy led the way to the village from the Blackstone camp.

‘Finally, I have found you, Grey Warden.’ Apollyon smiled with glee under her helmet.

They galloped quickly through the countryside of Ashfeld. On the road, she could see caravans of people with their belongings packed into wagons fleeing from the south. Apollyon urged the horse to move faster in which it complied as she rode next to Mercy. They turned off the main road and followed a forest trail in which Mercy had gestured to slow down. They rode through the forest for twenty minutes when she spotted Holden and Davis crouched looked down over a cliff.

They turned around when they heard a twig snap under one of the horses.

“Master. I’m glad you made it on time… they are about to begin.” Holden stated as he turned back around.

Mercy and Apollyon approached and stared down over the small cliff at the village that was off the beaten path. From where they were, she could see a large number of men approaching the village, she looked at the entrance to the village to see a lone warden standing there resting against his Longsword, staring at the approaching rogue knights.

“Should we go down to help him, master?” Holden questioned as he glanced back at her and the others looked at her.

“Not yet.... I wish to see what he can do first.” Apollyon replied and they could all hear the excitement in her voice.

Holden nodded before turn back around again. No One POV

In the village below the Warden picked up his blade and rested it on his shoulder plate as the rogue knights were 25 yards away.