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[i]Mordred -- The Knight of Treachery[/i]

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The people were buried, the world was ruins around around her, but it mattered not. This merely meant that she had created a grave for her opponent. She understood not the consequences of her actions, she might not have cared regardless had she the clarity of mind to realize she had killed over a dozen innocent people. All that mattered was the destruction of her enemy, to tear apart this man and scatter his remains throughout the graveyard. The other man had flown off somewhere else, she would have to crush him too after she finished with this scum.

He flew through the air with grace, landing on his feet and moving in for the attack once more with his spear. Upon seeing his weapon, Mordred roared once more, taking her right hand off her sword to bat aside the puny thing. The sheer force behind her parry would throw him off guard without a doubt, allowing her to move in closer to him to eliminate the small advantage he held over her. She was in his guard within moments, her instincts telling her to stay close to the Lancer so he couldn't utilize his superior range to skewer her. [color=red][b]"▃▃▅▅!"[/b][/color] A grunt of rage along with her follow up, using her left arm to swing for his torso. Once again, if this hit it would surely be followed by death, with no recourse whatsoever.