"You guys go on ahead, I'll take care of this," Flint said.
He stood firm- while Trace pulled a lever revealing a hidden door-
"That's a Paladin. I don't think you can take on them," Amanda whispered. "I can just warp us out of-"
"No, he can deploy a holy field forcing you to stay pinned. I'll stall him while you finish everything up and then we'll take on him all at once-" he whispered.
"Done chatting? I don't have all the patience in the world you know." The knight, hadn't really shown even the slightest hostility. A bit over forty, tight facial hair, tidied hair into a ponytail, pure white.
He wore a dazzling golden armor with a crest in the middle; a rose.
Flint walked forward. "You still seem to be courteous enough to wait."
The paladin was definitely out of his league, but for now, he had to stall.
"Well, I am a paladin after all."
He had a sword in hand, glowing.
And he himself glowed.
Pure white.
