'What is a knight?'
Ever since stepping into that luminous place called 'Hope', she has been given an existence as a thing called 'chivalrous knight'.
What made it curious wasn't the ambiguity choice, but rather the profession itself - from the books she had read, it was about honor and protecting the lord.
It was a simple concept to grasp. But at the same time, the purpose was strange - just like itself, as it had been self-aware as long as it could remember.
However, as if someone heard it's childish fascination, the luminous figure in blazing flame that were flickering like flowers was drawn to being an armored knight.
As well as that, what awaited from the other side of the light welcomed the ignorant Booboo with an open arm and sated all the curiosities that came with it.
'To stand against all adversities, for thou art of virtues.'
Booboo had then adopted these moral values and soon were reminiscing of it in the heat of battle.
She noticed someone coming from the other side, a red haired silhouette shrouded by wind jumping down from the dense jungle that occupied the wary piranhas.
An adversity that she couldn't run from.
A stance that remained astute and staunch - 'Know Immortality' was the second stance that was a shining example of a stalwart knight, and it truly embodied the one being cornered by the overwhelming number of enemies in front of her.
The iniquity that called himself, King Fisher who opposed her lord was assessing her beneath his bamboo hat, signifying his crown - pursed his lips and initiated the fight once more with his hand striking down on her like a laser guiding the hounds to mauled the enemy.
'4v1'
And one of them was a monster level that could be equal to her current state - notwithstanding the knightess recommence to not falter or lose diligence in going head to head with them.
She stampede forward to clash with the megalodonian jaw and gnash that resemble a meat grinder, making her first strike against the imposing enemy with nay disturbance or hesitation,
For they are adversaries,
…And thou art virtue.
**
I loathe weaklings,
An assassin is to be strong and we always devour the strong to maintain that status quo.
That's what Beckmans has done to remain relevant till this age, my grandmother who was strong taught me everything and the despicable things that were my parents,
Bunch of snakes that all they have done is devour the future of their own child, to harm the stillborn that have not sinned, weak-minded fellows.
That's right, my name was not birthed by love but rather poison and revulsion - nevertheless it did not matter anymore for they are no longer in this world,
My grandmother who loved me unconditionally despite our generation gap or that i was initially a weakling.
She too is slowly withering away like the flowers i used to give to her, the smell of roses would always remind me of the nostalgic days in the past, i must now work to be strong like her.
That's why I have become strong - I am King Fisher.
I will never lose, that is the reality…Yet why do I feel as though fate is a trickster that does not grant my wishes?
One day, I was challenged by one of my classmates - to be honest.
I had never acknowledged him nor do I care to have a correspondence to anyone in particular, despite my grandma acknowledging it as my weakness.
I have no need for weakling, just watch me. I will defeat him like all the other weaklings - with my own strength.
That knight, it must fall beneath my trail of blades and dust - crumble like the old fossils of my past.
As i proselytize my own beliefs, my blood flow like the wind and so does the extension of my slashes and it became easier to move according to my will -
This ability allowed me to also have a glimpse of my opponents instinctive and habits for as long i observe them long enough,
a heritage and skill that make Beckmans who were feared back then and now-
'[ Eyes of invigorate ]'
The Insect Piranhas while they are lesser, serve a purpose to attack in a certain tempo - any distracted movement will immediately prompt them to attack,
however it seems to deal insignificant damage to that Major Unit, as it cannot bleed therefore it cannot use the main offensive skill, but it does not matter,
it will distract that knight while i await the opportune moment to strike at the fatal moment.
Beckmans are the strong, and the strong are patience to wait for the kill.
So, the war tortoise continued to attack aggressively as i commanded, it will wear out the tiresome knight that seems awfully strong,
Yet as fate would have it, i felt a gaze upon me - a dangerous one that reminded me of Grandmother in the past,
The one who slaughtered my parents and their cousins.
'The Prime Assassin'
Concerning the gaze, it was the Major Unit who was observing me. It was trying to challenge me.
How dare you!
The weakling should tremble before me,
Alright, I will do as you ask.
'ALL OF YOU, DECIMATE THAT UNIT UNTIL NOT EVEN THE BONES REMAINS!!'
**
*Rattle*
*Crackling*
She was under a shade, a spine sword that were protecting her from the hits were utilized as a shield in an arc with the 3rd stance, all the while is in healthy state.
She acknowledge this could not continued as it is - with that her red eyes were pulsating with crimson, a desire that was not the first nor will it be the last.
'I will fulfill my lord's wishes.'
That glimpse of insanity of zealotry is now placed onto the King Fisher's view, threatened by the ancient emotion that has resurfaced,
She was suddenly surrounded by a handful of all blind spots, whether it the knee, the back or the sides.
In layman's terms, she was practically plunged into a spartan formation that could end her life right here and now!
However…this was all within her expectation as they have been observing her, the opposite story does apply as well.
'Now.'
She swung her sword back that could strained the muscle of a regular human being and activated the new stance that they haven't used before,
The crimson eyelids radiate ominously and so did her shoulder pads that have been fluctuating and glistering like never before.
This feeling reminded her of the past and the beginning of the Immortals knights.
'Deathly Immortality - 4th Stance'
'A true resonance of the deadliness of the knight's ideals - hidden blades that hurt those around them, whether enemies or allies.'
'Know thyself, young knight. Wield your sword with purpose.'
After a glimpse into that past, her mind returned to the present - a shocking transformation as her aberration from the humanoid figure to many blade weiding appendages on her back - akin to a Hindu God hands but instead represented were blades and death incarnate itself.
It's variable similar to a peacock but instead of intimidation,
It was a slaughter to those that oppose the knightess.
And so, when it was too late and all four creatures had stuck their hand toward the defending knightess.
'One second.'
Two swords ventured forward toward the first unlucky insect piranha and sliced its innards into soil and mushed.
Three swords skewered the remaining piranha and held them like a stake of an religious inquisition,
'Two seconds.'
The remaining four swords became a nail were hammered down into the war tortoise, it screamed and rattled uncontrollably at the sight of its limb opening the arteries for nature to feast on.
'Three seconds.'
And the sword in the hand of the knightess befall upon the assaulting King, only for it to be reflected by a brief margin.
In three seconds, one had been wounded, two had died and another had no choice but to retreat.
The 4th stance, or better known as 'Deathly Immortality' - a stance that is truly deserving of its name.
However, the price is not light as the damage will also apply to the knight who would use such a stance in a predicament.
Stumbling and unable to control its body properly, the knightess has completed its mission and it can only helplessly look upon the approaching Assassin taking advantage of a momentary weakness.
**
'Shit, this damn unit!'
He didn't expect that his brief period of impatience would cost him this much, he had to kill it now while it was weakened from that attack,
It had to perish at all costs!
Following that thought, the daggers soon found themselves onto Booboo's femur as he circumvented upward and forcing the weapons to completely impaired any movement within the knightess,
'First breath'
To not waste the advantage, he soon footpedaled the wrist and crushed the forelimb and to propelled himself as fast as possible for knocking the knightess over to the wet marsh,
To which it offset the balance and Booboo felled without any resistance as it was inhumanely impossible to balance.
'Second breath'
And finally, he jabbed at the both of crimson eyes and twisted it inside and punched it into pulp of powder, grinding the helmet-like skull into broken shards of cartilage and membrane - then threw himself off the body that hadn't realized it had died.
'Third breath'
Within three breaths, he had neutralized and completely eliminated any undead living cores.
Just as a breath of relief was taken, so too were the surprises on his face…
As the beaming light has showered on the fragmented skull of Booboo, as the radiance slowly rejuvenated and the sounds of heartbeats were rumbling through her, the wet noise of her frontal lobe slowly returned to a perfect initial before the battle.
The Knightess were lifted by the luminous light and returned to a normal state as if it had never been moved in the first place with a former stance in motion.
'This is impossible!'
As luck would have it, he was the most unfortunate to face this opponent.