Erich Cazt.

It had been early in Thaln's history when a monstrous demon had, for reasons beyond human understanding, chose to become the country's enemy. Perhaps it was his own amusement. Torture. Murder. Brutality. That was the demon's delight.

Erich Cazt stood and challenged him.

Erich Cazt defeated him.

He broke the demon, slew his body, and sent his spirit fleeing from the gates of Aimlenn, in terror.

And now the Demonbreaker was their enemy. His body, yes, but it was the corpse of a hero nonetheless. He had cast Dame Serenity with ease, and now stood in combat with Sir Gerard.

Fanilly had to catch her breath. She had to steady herself. It was one blow after another. First that monstrous undead, now a fallen her turned into a weapon. A legend made into a tool for a necromancer.

And yet alongside the fear, anger burned in her heart. To take the body of a man who had done so much for their country and its people, to use it as nothing more then a puppet to defend himself. The true Erich Cazt would never have stood for such a thing.

Her grip on her blade tightened.

The necromancer was the true target. Not only that, but with his defeat, so to would fall all of the undead he had created.

But Erich was bearing down on Sir Gerard. That blade gleaming as it was readied to strike once more.

Fanilly was already in motion. With the necromancer shielded, that meant that the danger one of her knights was in was far higher in priority.

She was certain that her attack wouldn't kill. This wasn't Jeremiah. The undead felt neither pain, nor concern for their own wellbeing.

But if she could find a gap...!

Fanilly skidded to a halt beside Erich, twisting her body and thrusting her blade upwards with both hands. Her aim was to slip it beneath his arm as he swung, thrusting into a gap in his armor, piercing his arm, and disrupting his swing. She knew it wouldn't do enough damage to impact the undead in any considerable way, but if she could stop his blow then Sir Gerard would have a moment or two to follow up!

The Necromancer simply smirked. Erich Cazt was a legend. Even without his capacity as a mage restored, his skill as a warrior was more than enough.

This was a dangerous time for him, but he hardly cared what happened to anyone else in the mausoleum, as long as he survived. His barrier, and his hostage, would make him no easy target.

But his smirk faltered when he saw the figure that had appeared on the opposite end of the room.

Gripping a basket of nuts, having spoken in a sultry, yet casual tone, was the slim figure of a girl, not too different in height(or perhaps slightly shorter) than the knight-captain. Her features were slight, perhaps endearing to some, but the horns that curled form her head and the black that surrounded her orange irises were enough to indicate her true nature even without taking into account the redness of her skin. If not for her demonic nature, the fact the clothing she was wearing was too large for her and far more masculine then one would expect would be comical.

It was the same clothing one of the Necromancer's conspirators had been wearing.

"Y-you..." he spoke, eyes widening, "... Were [i]you[/i] inside that gem then? Hah, well, you'll have to get past the Demonbreaker too, if you want to challenge me."

Fierense ducked low, sprinting to the side, lightning trailing in her wake as she did. The arrows, aimed as they were ,careening towards her, were suddenly tilted just off-course, towards the trail of electricity behind her as opposed to the witch herself. It was likely arrows that had not been infused with Shael's power could be drawn away from their target in a similar manner.

"Is that so? I thought it was a compliment, you know," responded the witch, cocking her head, "A divine spirit is a divine spirit all the same."

Lighting tore from her fingertips, towards the archer knight, but it seemed oddly unfocused. Almost as if Fierense didn't particularly care if her blow struck or not, in spite of her prior behavior.

But it would definitely make it harder to shoot back.

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With the elder princess left to see the various relics in Candaeln's halls and guarded by both Iron Rose Knights and Crown Knights alike, it was likely she would be a difficult target even if there was another assassin or wicked spirit that figured out where she had gone.

Princess Maletha smiled slightly when Sir Fionn patted her head, before slowly following Tyaethe out of the room.

When they arrived at the room, well...

It was difficult to say what the Second Princess expected from a legendary knight's room. But it probably wasn't this, judging by the way in which her eyes widened slightly. Then again, she perceived that knight as a child like herself, so perhaps it was the presence of the more knightly aspects that had surprised her instead?

It was impossible to say.

But when she was introduced to Elei, she approached the theoretically-a-rabbit stuffed to, clutching Thrinax to her chest as she did.

She took one of the stuffed dragon's forelimbs in her hand, and raised it, slowly making it wave back and forth as if in greeting.

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