Body dissipating into ashes, the last vestige of the once mighty Collector disappeared with a serene smile on his face. As the body disappeared, a small, golden locket fell from his body, clinking as it tumbled across the rocky surface. Picking it up, Natsuki saw designs of coaches and seashells studded around it, with a large mother-of-pearl at its centre, white as the creamiest milk squirted from a Holstein cow.
"My lord, we have returned!"
Just as he was about to open the locket, loud cries came from behind the bushes far behind the group. Bursting through with their ridiculous gaudy armour, Sir Calmlot came charging through, his pristine armour clad with not a single scratch. "My lord, we have managed to evacuate all of the neighbouring villages away from the centre of the battle. We have barely managed to get rid of– I mean, guide the dumbfu– ehem, the 'common folk', into much safer grounds..."
Reining in his horse, Calmlot took a look at the carnage that lay before him:
Uprooted trees that were bent in all directions...
Rocks shattered into sand flying through the air...
And the disappearing traces of the monsters that bore all but sword cuts
"You motherfuckers have the gall to come and waltz here after everything is done!? Why you– once I get my hands on you all, I'll strangle you 'till kingdom comes! On second thoughts, why not do it now–"
"Enough Scaramond. Enough bloodshed has been seen today. We shall calm down, and return to the castle, where we'll make our report to the king. Now, Sir Natsuki the brave, shouldn't we move now...?"
Emerging from another pair of bushes (God damn, how many bushes are here!?), an old man wearing a cotton shirt and faded jeans came out, wielding a sword from who knows where. Seeing how calm he looked, every single horse skittishly peddled back, the ominous aura being too much for the four-footed friends. Even the knights, despite being heralded as the greatest order to exist, all gulped in fear, the collected expression making them uneasy. Scaramond, seeing their leader returning, quickly closed his mouth, though not before giving Knoxis one last dirty look.
And all Knoxis did was quietly turn his head, his gaze penetrating through each and every knight, as if he knew all their petty lies. "You lot go first. We have some unfinished business left, and I don't think our 'Lordship' here wants to stay any longer. Why don't we let's say it as a day, and we all head home safely, hmm?"
All looked at Calmlot, the leader of the rabble. Seeing how every one of his men was scared shitless, he knew that he was beat, and that the only thing he could do was shut his trap and follow the orders spoken by the heathen before him.
Damn it, if only he weren't one of the hero's companions!
Giving a cold snort, he spurred on his horse, giving one last glance at the stoic codger, before leading his men away. But only he knew how tightly he held his breath in, only releasing it once he was given the clear sign from Knoxis. Clenching his fists, he whipped the horse strongly, urging it to quickly escape from the area...
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"Alright you old codger, where were you for all this time!? We were all getting our asses kicked, and you decided to just poof yourself away–"
"Alright kid, you can release it now."
Bwaaargghhh!!!