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[@Ariamis][@Rune_Alchemist][@Shifter_Master]
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A great war machine fell from the skies.

A great sword sank into the massive creature’s flesh.

A horrifying mass extended from the Behemoth.

And she ran regardless of how small she was, driven by duty and her fears, vainglory and its pains. Each step propelled her faster, each step caused more petals to dance, until her form was a mere blur, a blue bolt tipped with silver that flew up the side of the colossal tank.

[color=778899]“Armored Giant! Take its core! The head is mine!”[/color]

With that, the Knight of Rose launched herself off the longest barrel the Earth Bastion had, sailing through the air towards the wretched Behemoth. She flipped, shifting her center of gravity for maximum distance and height, but even then, the inflated head of the beast was out of reach. Gravity took hold soon enough, and slowly, Amaryllis fell.

Yet, the smile remained.

For there was a red bolt on the outskirts as well, a fellow magical warrior who held the same principles of Justice in her heart, who, amidst the barrage of heat rays that caused concrete to bubble and burst, wove another massive claymore and sent it up towards the writhing beast. Was it divine luck? Was it perfect timing? It mattered not, for right as the great sword passed underneath Amaryllis, she performed a final flip, her heels clicking against the flat of the blade as she rode the sword up to the maw of the beast.
Hopping back before the point of impact, the Knight of Rose extended the tip of the sword as a silver chain shot out, grasping the humungous blade that nestled within the monster’s eye. Retraction pulled her forward, and the Silverlight sank into the giant blade completely. For a moment, her Patron was silent, almost contemplative.

And then, in the next, a lunar brilliance spilled from the giant sword as Amaryllis overwrote the magic that had constructed the sword-arrow. She yanked it backwards out of the Greater Horror’s face, and, utilizing her titanic strength and speed, delivered several more huge cuts onto its head as she swung around its gargantuanly gross head on her silver chains. 

Extend, pull, strike, thrust, swing, and never stop.

With the great sword blessed by the Archer, the Knight made her chains her wings and tore at the monster’s flesh with Valkyrian ferocity.