What is a knight? What makes someone a knight? Is it their loyalty to their master? Is it their bravery in fighting against evil? Is it their selfless desire to protect the weak and innocent? NO. Those are just aspect that can easily define other profession. What makes someone a knight, what symbolize a knight, is their armor.
Body covered entirely out of iron, as if you are an iron statue. An iron body that shines under the sun gaze. The silver on the body, radiates brightly even in the darkest of room. The body is protected and the body is hidden. The people shall not know who you are, but what you are. Your allies gazes you with tranquility and hope, while your enemies gazes you with fear and despair. The armor is a symbol, and one must act accordingly to honor the trust that is place on your armor.
With that said, it is finally time for me to show the people my knightly persona. It has been awhile since I came to this world. After studying and practicing for years nonstop, I am only but a fledgling. There is still one thing left for me to do before being recognize as a knight. And what better way to accomplish it, than making a grand entrance.
SLAM
The sound of a door opening. The room that was filled with chatter and banter is now nowhere to be seen. Everybody that is present in the room at the moment is distinct and very different to one another. With different background and experience, there is not a single pair of the same people that can be found. But, even though they are all different, in that very moment, everybody that is in the room is thinking the same thing. Who is that person?
A figure of a person covered in armor has entered the premise. The individual has a posture that is as straight as a pillar. By the shape of the armor, it seems the person behind it is pretty well built and has the height that is above the average adult man. His presence alone commands the attention of everybody that is present. After glancing the room for a brief moment, the mysterious figure starts to walk forward.
The mysterious person took a step one after the other. Each stride was firm and heavy. Inside the empty room, the only thing that can be heard was the mysterious figure steps. The simple act of walking was enough to grab the attention of everybody as if a distinguished person has appeared and grace them with their presence. After some time has passed, the armored individual stopped advancing. As he gaze the person in front of him, the first word after the silence is heard.
"Welcome to the adventures guild, how may I help you?"
A receptionist greeted him, but there was no response.
"Excuse me, is there something that I can help you with?"
The receptionist ask him, but there was still no response. As the interaction continue to be one sided, the audience begins to be suspicious. Whispers and murmurs can be heard from the crowd. The people than started to wonder, 'What is that person thinking?'. As their speculation grew wilder, the person in question makes his move. He moves one of his hand towards the bag behind his back, and he pulled out a piece of paper.
SLASH
The paper was cut in half. As soon as the paper fell unto the ground, the culprit blade is pointed towards the armored person.
"A knight with a paper, what else can explain your arrival besides trouble."
The man proclaimed while still pointing his sword towards the knight. Everybody in the room who heard the mans statement seems to agree. Following the sword wielding man, more people started to gather around the knight. After awhile, ten people have surrounded the knight. Every single one of them brandishes their weapon. From melee weapon such as swords and spears to range weapons such as bows. There are also people from the crowd preparing their weapon.
"What now Mr. knight?"
Hearing the question from the swordsman, the knight move his head to look around and asses the situation. After looking at all the people present at the location, the knight turn his back from the swordsman. The people who surrounded the knight were shocked by his action. Feeling confuse, they all look at each other, until finally all the gaze in the group is focus towards the swordsman. As if noticing that the gaze has shift, the knight started to walk forward. Realizing the knights action, the swordsman reaches his hand towards the knight.
"HEY! Where do you think you're going."
GRAB
The knight grabs the swordsman hand.
"Hey, what are you doing!"
Thanks to the sudden pull and the strength of the grip, the swordsman dropped his sword in response to the pain. Realizing this, the swordsman tries to pull back, but the knights hand wont budge. He tries to rip the knight hand open with his other arm, but it also didn't work. No matter how hard the swordsman try, his hand just wont break free.
"You bastard! Let me go!"
The knight didn't respond. Seeing the knight nonchalantly holding back the swordsman attempt with relative ease, the spectator begin to worry. The people who surrounded the knight before are now distancing them self from the knight. Everybody in the room is now looking at the knight with anxious and fear. If he can easily restraint someone without much effort, just how strong can they be.
"I said, let me GO!"
THUMP
The swordsman in desperation decided to punch the knights face. The sound of the impact was loud enough to be heard throughout the room. The sound of the impact alone was proof of the power behind the attack. Sensing he landed a good hit, he look towards the knight hoping to see blood. Not only was there no sign of blood, the armor he punch was in perfect condition. Feeling frustrated, the swordsman punch the knight again.
THUMP
The punch landed with an even louder sound. The knight on the other hand is still perfectly fine. Not a single scratch or dent was visible.
"WHY WON'T YOU GO DOWN!"
The swordsman continued his barrage of punches to the knight, with each punch getting stronger than the last. The impact of the punch echoes throughout the room. The ringing of the iron started to alert the people outside. Curiosity got the better of them, and so the door was open to the show.
A display of strength and endurance. The adversary, the challenge, the wall, the knight. The fighter, the challenger, the climber, the swordsman. The fight between the two was so intense and captivating, it pulls in the audience. The crowds are now interested, they are invested on the struggle of the swordsman. They started to cheer for the swordsman. They want to see the swordsman succeed, they want to see the swordsman win.
The swordsman, on the verge of collapsing, finally heard the cheers of the crowd. He looks around the room to see the people calling out towards his name. Their eyes are filled with hope. The hope for the swordsman triumph. Realizing this, the swordsman stood back up, take a deep breath, and look up towards the knight.
"I don't know who you are or what's your reason for being here. But, IT DOESN'T MATTER NOW!"
The swordsman arm starts to glow. The light starts to envelope his whole right arm. With this new form of power, the swordsman swing his arm towards the knights head.
BOOM
The impact of the fist created a shock wave so strong that the people in the vicinity got push back. Everyone that was down starts to get up one by one. Once they have regain balance, they look towards the source of the shock wave. And there they saw, the knight still standing tall without a scratch on his helmet.
"Damn..."
The swordsman, after relentlessly attacking the knight for 5 minutes straight, finally collapse. With the challenger no more, the room becomes quiet once more. Nobody dares to move or make a sound. Everybody stays still in their location, not knowing what to do. Amidst the silence, the sound of iron starts to ring.
The knight reaches into his bag, and he pulls out a vial. He puts the item on to the swordsman arm. The crowd is intrigue, both by the knights action and the mysterious liquid. Feeling the gaze of the people centered around the bottle, the knight took his leave. The people who notice didn't dare to utter a word nor do they dare to stop him. With the knight no longer present, so does the onlookers, and the commotion is over.
"So, what do you think?"
Well, that's one way to look at the incident. At least she doesn't paint the knight in a bad light. Although I would prefer she puts in more emphasize on how cool the armor looked. I mean, that's the main selling point of a knight. Maybe I should've done some poses. The ones that really captures the beauty of the armor. Or maybe-
"Hey, hey James, you listening."
"Huh.. oh yeah of course, were talking about how cool the knights armor right?"
"Well, it's not your standard knight armor that's for sure."
Of course it's not, no way do I want to look like your average armored dude.
"By the way, was it confirmed that the person was a knight?"
"We've asked the knights order and they say they've never seen a knight with that armor before."
Of course they haven't, it's made specifically for me. With that said, the fact they think I was a knight at first glance means that the first step of my plan was a success. Now comes the problem. I CAN'T CONTINUE MY PLAN BECAUSE THE PAPER WAS CUT IN HALF. WHY?! I believe he was not a person who would act like that.
"What's wrong James?"
Whoops, I need to calm down.
"I was just wondering what happened to the swordsman."
"Owh him, he's okay. The only damage he sustain was his right arm. The vial the knight gave away was a high quality potion, so he recovers quickly after consumption."
I still believe it was his fault for punching me, and he even foiled my plan. But, his not inherently a bad guy. I also can't let this mishap taint my knightly image. So, as the benevolent knight that I am, I must help those who are in need. The potion was potent enough to regrow limbs, so his arm shouldn't have any problem whatsoever. I'm so nice.
"Now that I think about it, what was the purpose of the knight visiting the adventures guild."
"Maybe he wanted to offer some sort of service?"
"Service? Where you get that idea?"
"Maybe the paper he brought had some sort of service mention, like being a bodyguard."
"That's the first time I've heard of it, but I can't confirm it either way."
Interesting, did someone took it. After the last punch, the paper was blown away. I wanted to grab it, but it was too crowded. So I just went home and hope the guild staff found it. But it seems they didn't.
"What happened to the paper anyway?"
"An alchemist took it."
"An alchemist? What make you so sure it's an alchemist?"
"Well, she's the one who said the potion was of high quality. So either she's a mage or an alchemist. Since she doesn't look like your typical mage, I believe she's an alchemist."
That's news to me. I could've sworn there were no alchemist among the crowd. But, if she were able to determine the quality of the potion, then she must have the knowledge of alchemy. Well it doesn't matter if they are an alchemist or a mage, a knight must help those in need, no matter who they are.
"By the way, when are you going home, I'm about to close for today."
"Come on, just one more drink James."
"If you pass out, I'm gonna drop you at the streets."
"No you won't"
Yeah I won't.