Everything was suddenly happening very fast. The dragon child had transitioned into her draconic form, unexpectedly for someone so young, and thrown herself into the attacking goblins. The man, as well, had used his strange instrument to induce some sort of magical effect on the goblins as well. There was no real time to contemplate what this meant, or what it would cause. What Ange knew was simply that the horde had been disrupted.

"Knights, attack at will!" she declared, drawing her sword, as the contingent behind her drew their weapons as well. The thin, silvery blade of her weapon gleamed in the sunlight as she raised the tip towards the green-skinned beasts.

There was a ringing sound, as what looked almost like a miniature star traveled up the length of her sword. She shut her eyes and focused for a moment, her mind centered squarely on her duty to protect the people of this land and destroy evil.

When she opened her eyes, to observes it would seem like she suddenly vanished, only to reappear just before the goblin swarm. Seconds later, the backdraft from her sudden movement struck, a burst of air rushing through the grass. Her blade thrust forward in a flash, skewering one goblin and slicing it apart before she moved to the next, cutting it in half. Her movements, to anyone watching, were made with blinding speed. Goblins were hewn apart left and right, or skewered on the tip of her blade in a flash.

This was what it meant to be in training to become a Sword Saint.