Kail Tribal
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- Posted: Mon, 26 Mar 2012 00:25:24 +0000
- Cyneward Atreus -
- The Last Paladin -
Cyneward narrowed his eyes as he listened to Ramarith speak, but before he even had a chance to respond he found himself under attack, proving the Phoenix Knight's point already. Lifting his shield at the very last second he barely managed to deflect the attack, fortunate that his shield was made of metal rather than wood, or else it would have been crushed by the immensely powerful blow. The sheer force of the impact sent the paladin flying backwards, sweeping him off his feet as he soared through the air before landing in a heap on the ground, already reverting to his previous regular form as he panted heavily, slowly pushing himself up from the ground, on all fours as he did so. "No...I can still fight..." he told himself before he raised his head and fixed his eyes upon Justin, their demonic blue glow returning as the form of his demon side made an appearance once again.
Rushing forward as he suddenly forced himself to his feet he struck at the older knight with his glowing blue blade, locking swords with the man as they stared one another down. It was obvious that when his weapon slammed into Ramarith's, that an incredible amount of force was behind it, about three times Cyneward's regular strength, or perhaps even more. It was indeed a strike that only someone as powerful as Ramarith would be able to defend against. "You're wrong...I fear nobody! I am the last paladin, and I swear upon my shield, Feora shall be avenged! I will avenge Malith, I will avenge everyone!! My will to return this flag to a peaceful Feora burns within not only my heart, but my soul!" he cried with determination, before raising his free hand and managing to grin at Ramarith. What helped drive Cyneward was ironically his shame. He was ashamed of his demonic form, of his demonic heritage, of the very blood that flowed within his veins. And so, using this form made him ashamed, and therefor angry. As he only grew angrier and angrier, that rage drove him to accomplish the goals that lay before him.
Without warning he grasped the edge of Justin's blade - which was not only very sharp, but also aflame - and a blue glow surrounded the part of the large zweihander that he was holding onto. However, this did nothing to fight back the intense flames, which were still burning the half-demon, but rather than letting out a scream of pain he gave a cry of pure rage as he began to push the blade back with both his own weapon and his very hand. "Come on Phoenix Knight, surely that isn't your best. Give me a real challenge!" he taunted with a cocky tone. If anything, Cyneward had certainly improved in the regard that Justin had been aiming for - the paladin had almost passed out from the exhaustion, but he had kept going and refused to give in. He simply needed to perfect that ability, and the older knight would likely see to that.
Rushing forward as he suddenly forced himself to his feet he struck at the older knight with his glowing blue blade, locking swords with the man as they stared one another down. It was obvious that when his weapon slammed into Ramarith's, that an incredible amount of force was behind it, about three times Cyneward's regular strength, or perhaps even more. It was indeed a strike that only someone as powerful as Ramarith would be able to defend against. "You're wrong...I fear nobody! I am the last paladin, and I swear upon my shield, Feora shall be avenged! I will avenge Malith, I will avenge everyone!! My will to return this flag to a peaceful Feora burns within not only my heart, but my soul!" he cried with determination, before raising his free hand and managing to grin at Ramarith. What helped drive Cyneward was ironically his shame. He was ashamed of his demonic form, of his demonic heritage, of the very blood that flowed within his veins. And so, using this form made him ashamed, and therefor angry. As he only grew angrier and angrier, that rage drove him to accomplish the goals that lay before him.
Without warning he grasped the edge of Justin's blade - which was not only very sharp, but also aflame - and a blue glow surrounded the part of the large zweihander that he was holding onto. However, this did nothing to fight back the intense flames, which were still burning the half-demon, but rather than letting out a scream of pain he gave a cry of pure rage as he began to push the blade back with both his own weapon and his very hand. "Come on Phoenix Knight, surely that isn't your best. Give me a real challenge!" he taunted with a cocky tone. If anything, Cyneward had certainly improved in the regard that Justin had been aiming for - the paladin had almost passed out from the exhaustion, but he had kept going and refused to give in. He simply needed to perfect that ability, and the older knight would likely see to that.