Radiating with a bright light, the Jovalin blade literally hovers off the ground and floats over to Striker. Striker observes the blade come to a stop in front of him, hovering in the air, and grabs it by the hilt.
"Young Manuel Frenxs" speaks the voice of Pope. "Raise your blade, and complete the prophecy."
Without a word, Striker lifts his blade to the sky and points the sharp tip at the clouds above. As he does this, a thin beam of light shoots into the horizons off the tip. All six spirits raises their hands to the beam of light and speak the following words: "Take our spirits, son, and use it to unlock the true power of the blade. Take my Courage." "Take my Sincerity" "Use my Endurance" "Take my Honor
"Take my Knowledge!" "Take my Passion!"
Immediately after they all spoke, the thin beam of light opens a small portal from the sky and shines a veil of light over Striker and the six spirits. The spirits are seen fusing into the body of Striker as the veil overtakes him, elevates him off the ground, and bathes his body in light. "I will not stand for this!!!!"
screams Benjamin, watching the events take place. "TORMENTORS! ANNHILIATE HIM. DO NOT ALLOW HIM TO ..... WHAT?"
At that very moment, two large streams of water and fire dive from the sky side by side. YAHHH! YAHHH!
The two streams engulf a mass amount of tormentors on the battle field and even manage to take out one of the Ragnabeast in one full motion. The streams drop to the ground, shape shift into human forms, and unveil themselves to be Tide and Flare. This time, the mind control spell has worn off, at least for the time being. They stand shoulder to shoulder in their fighting stance, still a bit worn down from the beating they took from the warriors in Polly Village. "In honor of Lunar and in the name of Jovalin, we shall help perish the false god!" "Long live The Holy Knights! Praise be to Jovalin! We shall overcome!" "IDIOTS!"
yells Benjamin, frustrated that Tide and Flare eliminated the closest line of offense next to Striker. He is left helpless to watch the transformation finish, shivering with fright at the power it was giving off. What is the come as a result of this transformation is something of amazement. When the light fades from Striker, his body is covered all over in a gorgeous knight armor. It is made of a mystical material not of this realm with a helmet, chest plate, shoulder plates, leggings, armlets, and a specialized right-hand gauntlet for Striker. The main attribute of this entire armor is the wings that sprout out from its back.
Teya witnessed this amazing phenomenon in awe, watching from a distance. She recalled a legend she was once told as a kid. "Know this. If the dark lord thus indeed return, the world is surely to be in great peril. The hope of the universe lies in the hand of one man. The chosen one. It is in his hands that the dark lord will slain and the universe restored. This is the legend of the White Knight.
By the stars, it is more than just a myth .... "
With the Jovalin blade in hand, The Legendary White Knight points the blade at Vladimir-Benjamin, signalling that he is coming for his head. "This can't be .... this isn't real!"
screams Benjamin, knowing all to well about the myth of the White Knight. "YOU'RE NOT REAL!!!!!"
(( This is all i can do for now. In these next post, see if you guys can wipe out as many tormentors as you can. Also, go ahead and restore some of the city and fallen warriors while you are at it. ))
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vvv credit to .Impact.Bow down to the King of Games!!!
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