"Asma bala ni hilyat sino?" A golden-clad titan roared as it drew its blade.
"Heca!" In a flash, the golden-clad figure appeared before its foe, a figure clad in aged steel in the form of armor worn by knights. A cloth of white embroidered with a red diamond over the steel plate.
A shield intercepted the blade with frightening ease, deflecting it away from the Crusader as a mace wreathed in flames and bashed against the golden shell of the taller titan in front of him with enough force to shake the world.
"Abagaianye Ehlnadaya!" The creature roared out loud as a killing light appeared on its left arm, aimed at the figure-,
Crash
Instead of a parry or deflection, the steel-clad figure bashed the body of the golden-shelled entity with the shield he carried, launching it away with enough force to send it a few meters away. Not wasting enough time, the silent knight chased after the figure and held the mace high in the air, sending it down on the creature's exposed torso.
An earthquake shook the skies they were on as the mace struck the golden shell of the creature followed by a shriek of pain and a flash of light.
The steel-clad figure flew through the air, skidding on their back and flipping over several times before he slammed his shield on the 'ground' of the sky, stopping his skidding. The great helm turned towards the mace falling from the sky and he barely managed to raise his shield to intercept a ray of light.
"Rahtan Pelinale na anda!" The creature roared as the steel-clad figure gritted his teeth under the great helm he wore. "Pelinal na vasha. Sa yando tye." Strong, confident strides labored by a slight limp. The young Crusader opened his empty right hand before his finger moved and his hand resembled a symbol of sorts.
Step.
In that instant, the young man pushed his right hand out, sending a roaring blast of wind that intercepted the ray of light and crashed into the body of the creature. That slight impact was enough for the spell to disappear and for the creature to flinch.
In less than a flash, a longsword of steel with a red diamond on the pommel was released to the world. The temperature of the sky intensified as the knight raised his shield while lightning danced around his form.
As fast as light, the shield crashed on the golden shell of the entity and would have sent it flying before he could follow it up if not for the steel-clad foot pinning down its counterpart. Metal creaked as cracks roared on the golden shell of the entity's foot and torso.
It was over. The knight raised his sword and swung. Several wide slashes resembling the maw of a charging dragon intent on devouring all in its path tore and cleaved through the golden shell, flesh, bone, and soul of the entity in front of him, separating the poor thing into eights with the largest part remaining as the torso containing the head of the beast.
"Rest now, Umaril the unfeathered," The young knight whispered as killing light formed on his right hand aimed at the fallen body of his foe.
"Meridia..."
A gentle stream of killing light washed over the fallen foe. The moment the head and torso of the entity were disintegrated, the bits and pieces of the entity fell from the sky as gravity claimed its prey. The young crusader let out a deep breath as he fell out of the sky and into the top of the tower.
In that instant, as if time had stopped, a golden figure made of flames flew in the air. It was a dragon. "Today is not the day you will die, my friend," the figure of flames said as it curled around the body of the crusader. "Your story has not met its end yet,"
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'What happened?' The young crusader thought to himself as he felt something. A cool breeze danced on the world, grazing his skin.
'Skin?' The young crusader thought as he opened his eyes, seeing the ground a few meters below him. A familiar black fabric covered his skin which would have been impossible since he had lost it a few years ago.
'I was just,'
A scream in the air shattered his thoughts. Instincts born through countless hours of combats made the young Crusader move. Noticing the spear pinning him down by his hood, the young crusader slipped himself out of the cloth and landed on the ground with grace born of experience.
In one swift motion, the ancient blade of his family carved through the air. The ancient steel that had seen war, sang a song of life and death in the hands of a wielder that had seen war.
'It's not the same size as the sword of the crusader,' The crusader thought as a pair of blue eyes turned ice cold as the young man looked at his hoodie. Looking at his hoodie, the young man said nothing as he moved away, towards the screams.
A streak of yellow dashed through the winds like a graceful hawk in flight. Numerous roots, branches, and boulders proved to be no hindrance for the crusader as golden strands of hair danced with each movement the crusader did.
Spotting several creatures surrounding a pair of humans, the Crusader hopped off a boulder and kicked off a nearby tree trunk.
Swoosh!
Swish!
Swooh!
Wide slashes that looked similar to a dragon's maw, severed through the hordes of bone-plated shadowy flesh, killing all in his path. At the end of the combination, a sudden burst of speed from the crusader allowed him to instantly close the distance between himself and the black bear, almost cutting the monster in half with a single thrust.
In less than five seconds, the horde was destroyed with only the disappearing corpses of the creatures that once surrounded the pair. Scanning the entire battlefield, the young crusader, dressed in a white shirt, a pair of jeans, and a pair of sneakers, sheathed his blade after flicking off the black viscous blood of the creatures that he had killed.
Observing the nearby corpse, the young man blinked. 'The bones... they are made of some sort of magic... ancient and primordial. It's similar to Necromancy,' The Blonde thought before looking at the pair in front of him.
In an instant, the young man recognized one of them. A young woman dressed in red and black, even if it was hidden well, he knew what she was. After all, he hunted and killed her kind before that were not affiliated with the empire or a certain faction of vampires. The other person...
Blue eyes went wide open as he stared at her. A young woman younger than him with purple hair. Faintly, he could hear traces of the song sung by order and chaos from her... Magic clung around her as if they were captivated by her charm.
'It's as if Aetherius favors her,' The divine Crusader thought as he noticed the stars in her eyes. Years of combat experience made him shackle his thoughts rather quickly before focusing on the woman who moved in front of her.
"So, which clan are you from?" The Crusader asked as he looked at the woman dressed in red and black, making him remember a flash of a memory about a girl who dressed in the same color scheme but lacked it. The reek of Daedric energy. "Don't try to lie, I know a vampire when I see one,"
"How awfully rude of you," The woman sassily remarked as she looked at him. Magic danced around her form, ready to be launched. "Is that how you Nords pick women up?"
"I'm not a Nord," The Crusader said as he looked at the creature of the night.
"You should introduce yourself to us first," The woman said as she looked at him,
"P-please don't hurt her! She saved me!" The forgotten girl said as she looked at the crusader. "Why don't we all calm down," She offered as she looked at the Blonde and Black-haired woman. "I'm Ai, Hoshino Ai,"
"Akaviri?" The young crusader said, shocking the woman and confusing the star-eyed girl.
"How do you?!" The woman said as she looked at him. "I see, you must be from Tamriel as well. I'm Serana, Serana of Clan Volkihar,"
"Volkihar, huh?" The Crusader repeated looking at her. "Never really liked your clan. Full of Mace worshippers. Pretty annoying bunch, creepy too. I honestly only ever had positive friendships and partnerships with members of Clan Ravenwatch,"
"You're quite well-read about vampires,"
"You need to know about what you hunt," The Crusader countered as he looked at Serana before looking at the scroll on her back. An elder scroll with a vampire in... wherever this is.
"What's your name?" Ai asked, looking at one of her saviors.
"Oh, I'm Jaune Arc," Jaune introduced himself, giving them a bow.