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[u][b]The Beautiful Land[/b][/u]
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This was going poorly. That was an understatement. The tides had turned against him, and he had made a mistake. But… That was his mistake to make. That was his mistake, and he would not make it again. He can still rise, as long as he is not dead. 

[color=00a99d]“Master…”[/color] Roland could feel it. That flooding energy. The circuits that drummed along softly, and sent a flood of energy though his mind. Resonating like a wave that washed over his soul, and took away his pains. Resonating like a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bqF5i4qloVE]powerful song in his soul[/url]. [color=00a99d]“You’re really doing this, aren’t you? I can’t convince you to run and leave me to this?”[/color] He didn’t resist. He didn’t reject it. Instead, he stood. He stood, and chose to protect the world. 

[u][b][Guardian Knight!][/b][/u]

Roland’s song, his duty to protect the world and his master. He could feel a drawing force. All the spirits collected. All of them exhausted and battered. But even what little each had… What little each had to offer. They were still an army. And a death of a million cuts was better than nothing at all! Roland’s eyes glistened, and he faced down his enemy. He faced down a foe that denied him everything.

This beast would deny him his life! This beast would deny him Olivier! It would deny him the chase to save others. It would deny him his dreams, his sanity, and even the life of the man who wanted to journey to the west. 

[color=00a99d]“Master. I guarantee! With everything in my power, you shall complete your journey to the west! Do you hear me! I will not let you die where you stand! I will not allow it all to end like this!”[/color] 

The spirits, the song, the will of a paladin, and… as his hands reached out... The mask of a horse. Despite his hypnotic trance, the paladin’s body moved, and that mask wrapped over his face. Roland… Was now the embodiment of his and his master’s ideals. 

His fist clenched, and all that power built into  a single force. A power… An instinct. A Paladin’s promise! 

[color=00a99d]“You will not win! Do you know why? Because if I let you win, then I’d never be able to live it down! I am a hero who died on my own terms! I’m one for one on that. I refuse to let you break my perfect record! You got that!? This is everything we’ve built up to! I will defeat you! I will save the world! And then, I’ll finally get married!”[/color]

[h3][color=00a99d]“NOW KINDLY GO FUCK YOURSELF!”[/color][/h3]

The punch that Roland delivered, and that charge demanded a challenge. But he was a hero. A hero pushed to the edge of things. He had no stick to kill this demon with. So. He’d use himself.

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