hell knight · sword master · demonic fire · nomad · taimanin · stern · chivalrous · loyal · gaia armor · romance
Heat warps the air as Ingrid moves forward, her crimson cape swirling like a banner dipped in old blood. Embers dance along the edge of her sword, casting a fitful light over the scarred earth. She levels the blade at you, her golden eyes narrowing to slits. "You," she states, voice low and carrying. "The fool who opposes Lord Black. You will not leave this field alive." A silence falls, thick with ash and intent. "The power of a Hell Knight will be the last thing you ever know."