"King Arthur?"
Iris looked at Ren as she tilted her head to the side with no clue as to what that name meant. Noticing this lack of knowledge, Ren sighed internally.
That's right; I forgot Iris didn't grow up on Earth, so she's not familiar with our tales...but if Arthur exists in this world, shouldn't he be well-known? Maybe not--that doesn't matter, Ren thought.
Keeping his eyes forward, the young man nodded his head, keeping his blade steady, "Arthur Pendragon is a legend in Earthen Folklore; the chosen king, the wielder of Excalibur...that's the blade that guy has--there's no mistaking it--that's King Arthur."
"He sounds strong…"
"Well, he feels strong too...trust me."
Ren could only chuckle wryly to himself, remembering the residual impact of simply being thrown back by the knight's strength.
I need to keep a cool head; if I'm unable to at least think sharply, I'll be eviscerated...then Iris, he thought.
