"You asshole!"
The black knight's voice was exceptionally cold, laced with a scorn that was hard to miss. Greatsword in hand, she pointed it at Altair, making herself big.
"Who the bloody hell are you?"
Altair was stunned. Surrounded by destruction, the Black Knight appeared untouched, her Armor without the slightest hint of damage or scratch.
'Did she really tank a Fourth Circle Spell?' he wondered, finding a smile. He said, "Well, I'd be happy to give my name if I Had your word; you'd give me yours."
The black knight nodded.
"My name Is Altair Blackwood," he said, adding, 'Snow' deep in his heart. "What's yours?"
She snorted. "I'm under no obligation to tell you."
Altair's expression grew poised and cold. The notion of comradery of a potential ally trickled through his fingers like rainwater. He didn't respond, signaling to Therion to follow as he left.
"Wait!"
