[@Thinslayer]

Walking through the desolated city, the old Dragon gave a pitting sigh. Was this really needed, was all this some kind of joke. Sure he was more than welcoming to the chaos that seemed to amass here which more or less made getting food easy. Plenty of bodies around to pick from, of course by the time he stopped all he had in his mouth where the knuckle bones from the last body. Still he felt little remorse, death was part of life and how it ended was of little concern to him.

Looking around he found the guard doing their best to repel the Golems as well as evacuate the living to a safer place. It seemed the Reaper held true, he wasn’t all knowing other wise he would of for seen this outcome. Then again this was the same person who tried to kill him a long time ago.

Lost in the moment Edward was knocked in the back of the head by something rather strong, heavy enough to give him pause. All eyes open the turned around to see what hit him, the sight almost made him laugh at the pitiful sight. A human knight dressed in full, a blade of short extent with a golden trim This must of been one of the Knights of the kingdom or perhaps a soldier with high merit. 
“To stand against a monster is a noble feet. Fighting them off to protect those unable to protect themselves is a sign of worth. Yet you strike something that you know not its skill, nor ability yet dauntlessly you strike. For this I will indeed give you merit for the attempt.”

Reaching over the Transcendent made a graps for the blade, only for the own to move it out of reach to strike for the heart. Watching this Edward’s temper started to flare, rather quickly too, as a cold wind started to howl from the north. As the blade stayed true to its target, the own seeing a clean kill for his name in sight only to have it stop jaring the welder in the processes. Looking at this blade as it rest but a hand full of inches from its target the Knight gave pause, for his blade now rested in the hands of the Transcendent.

“And like a fool you press on.”

Throwing the blade to the side Edward grabbed the Knight by the back of the neck lifting him up and close. So close the Knight could feel the breath of the old Dragon creature. “I will be nice, for I do not wish to be put back to sleep so soon. Be thankful this life is spared.” With that he kicked the knight away turned on to the keep.

“Also, do me this one thing. About two blocks back there's a hooded person and a loud mouth currently recovering from some spell. Tell the hooded figure that Edward is moving to the keep. They should get the picture, after all I don’t think they will want me to take a deep breath around them.”

With that Edward marched on, letting not even the ruble stop him as he marched. The Knight turned on its heels in the direction it was told. Moving as fast as his armor would allow, of course this was mainly because some kind of monster just spared him and he felt his life was on the line.