THIRTEEN – Mist
Heldran’s ardent sword clashed violently against her falchions. Her hasty block intercepted the blow, but did not succeed in completely deflecting it; the force of the brutal impact violently jarred her body, forcing her backwards several paces. Heldran offered her a broad smile; visible in spite of his red-plumed barbute, courtesy of its wide vertical slit. The Knight Lord was in no immediate rush to press his obvious advantage, and instead taunted her further with his immense weapon. Heldran towered before her – it was the first time she had seen the Knight Lord fully armoured. His massive gauntleted hands gripped his ardent sword, which he held high, close to his barbute. The blade’s extraordinary length further exaggerated the perception of Heldran’s monstrous height.
