Pulling back her hood, she allowed her long blonde hair to cascade down her willowy waist. With a sharp 'shing,' she unsheathed her sword and propelled herself off the ground, ready to strike.
Yet, before her blade could descend, another figure shrouded in black light intercepted her, seizing her sword mid-air.
Both combatants landed gracefully, locking eyes as the woman in imposing armor engaged Amelia. "He's degraded you once more, hasn't he?" sneered the death knight, her eerie green gaze meeting Amelia's golden eyes.
"Why did you intervene?" Amelia hissed, her voice edged with frustration.
"For all your ferocity, you sometimes act like a child. Damaging the lord's palace would either prompt him to execute you or incarcerate you, as he's done repeatedly."
"I'll eventually earn his trust despite that scheming woman!" Amelia scowled, resheathing her sword.
