Flying through the air we were immediately fired upon by flamed arrows it nearly hitting me as I was caught off guard. It was my first day flying give me a break. Flying around though adrenaline filled my body it made me smile a bit. I tensed as I drifted through the skies looking behind me I saw knights in full red their bodies moving extremely fast unnaturally so.
Drifting through the air Rewora woke up her eyes looking lazily at me as her hair flung around. Smiling cheerfully at her she scanned around the area to find out we were in the sky scaring her as she huddled into a ball in my arms.
"Scared of heights I see," I teased.
"Don't worry as long as I'm here everything's going to be alright," I comforted her my smile relaxing her as she gazed at the clouds before more flaming arrows seemed to reach near us.
"What was that Escanor?" She questioned.
"A sizzling start," I replied before twirling as the knights mystically blasted arrows towards me the arrow just gazing my skull. Even though I could take the hit I wasn't confident it wouldn't hurt. I wasn't a masochist after all.
"YOU CAN NOT ESCAPE YOU WITCH! YOU WILL BE BURNED AND PURIFIED BEFORE GOD, HERETIC!" A voice shouted angrily booming the surrounding area as trees moved sideways at the impact of the person's voice. Swiftly turning to face the person's voice it was a man clad in Templar Armour. A Crimson cape furiously blowing on his back as he raised his blade towards me.
In me, I felt a roar in my soul a burning sense of pride welling in my heart as I felt the urge to take off my glasses. The Lion in my soul screamed at me to show the Knight who he was messing with of how he dared to mess with Escanor the sin of pride lord of the void. The Lion was scratching my soul its anger at me for not releasing it.
Though I suppressed my urges as I continued to fly forward not bothering to look back now. I had just received my way of suppressing my powers no way in hell was I going to just throw it all away just because my pride blinded me. The logical thing to do as of right now would be to travel to Camelot and give a beating to Merlin. He was the true menace here knowingly sending me into the forest and far away from any of his town and cities near Camelot.
"HOW DARE YOU TURN AWAY FROM MME SIR LANCELOT THE KNIGHT OF ORDER! YOU WITCH SHALL PERISH BY MY BLADE! KNIGHTS RELEASE THE ARC CANNONS! THEY SHALL NOT ESCAPE MY MIGHT!" He commanded as he stood up tall. Looking back at him I saw elves, slaves, with collars strapped tightly on their necks as they were forced to power a large canon which was strange, to say the least.
Just how did they get one there along with the slaves? Looking at the poor slaves they were kicked next to the canon. What broke my last straw was the fact that children were ordered up next. Whip marks on their backs, with wounds being just bandaged poorly.
"Rewona I'm giving you too your friend. I need to do something," I stated the flames of the Lion finally rejoicing.
"Hold onto my glasses as you wait for me," I commanded as flames immediately started to emerge from body sending violent shockwaves pushing everyone back including Rewona and her friend as they flew on their broom flying away but staying stationary to watch me.
Standing there I stood at the templar who now stood there awaiting the blast. My face staring with indifference at the Templar who stood there looking back at me before dashing towards me with his lackeys as some waited at the back with cannons still abusing the elves.
The canon at the back now fully charged roared with vigour as it blasted towards me the energy cannonball swirling in the air before striking me pushing me back as I stood still my face still looking towards the Templar who rushed towards me. My hair had now fully turned into flames my body pulsing with muscle as I stood at my tallest it had turned high noon. How unfortunate for you Lancelot.
"Is that all Sir Lancelot? Is that all your measly cannon can do? Your attempt is flattering but your mere presence alone is annoying me. Kill your self," I announced towards him causing him to stagger at what I had just said.
"Who are you to defile me? Our gods will punish you!" He argued with wrath.
"God? You are standing right in front of him," I declared Rhitta now in my hand as I lifted up.
"Now receive your Devine Punishment. You have my pity, after all, you were fated to die here. Be thankful I, your god decided to acknowledge your presence," I pitied before slashing towards flames being imbued into Rhiita as the blade slashed directly in half slicing Lancelot his body burnt to a crisp. Next to him were knights that foolishly stood next to his side now burnt in their armour as the rest struggled still alive but being microwaved in their armour as they begged me to kill them.
Walking past the body and the struggling of the knights one foolishly decided to grab my leg as he pleaded to me to kill him. Looking at him I accepted his plea. Raising my foot I started to curb stomp his head into a red paste before walking to another knight and wiping the filth from the knight before.
Making my way to knights near the canon they stood there frozen. Some had fallen onto the ground from fainting. Once I had come close enough they started to run away. Not bothering to chase them I only muttered one sentence "Arise."
Watching silhouettes emerge from shadow they clawed their way out their faces distorted as they made their way out. Their body looked shrivelled once out they dashed towards the knights running. Rewona now landing next to me gave me my glasses.
"It seems we're going to have to take a detour," I stated towards Rewona and Helga before walking towards the slaves.
"Elves you are free now," I smiled towards them my menacing body now gone and was replaced more with a less intimidating Physiques although still. Though they seemed confused especially the young ones. The old ones though cried tears dripping from their eyes as they went down on their knees thanking me.
Some of them kissing the dirt. Looking at their backs my heart ached. Whip marks, Scars, wounds were all apparent now with some even fresh the marks worse on the elderly as they had to suffer all those years of torment. Rage started to bubble in me. The first villain to die now was the templar order or whoever was currently controlling them. Their life was now on the chalk board of people to toture.