Coup de Grace de ton Fierte (Private for SaturnRinger and ScarlyChan)
 

Arianne the Dusk Knight was bored. She really hadn't had a fun time since that dragon came by, so she had naught to do. Her pitch black plate armor accentuated her raven black hair, very suitable for a queen of darkness and beauty such as herself. Though, she felt some compassion for small children. No hero had been able to come and beat her yet, at least, no male had ever come close, so she felt safe. Her ivory eyes looked around her marble castle of incredible awesome. However, she felt lonely sometimes. She did everything through her servants and she had no direct relatives. And thus, their story begins.

(NOTE: The name of the RP translates to "Killing Blow to your Pride", fitting for the ensuing moments.)

On a hill not far from the marble castle, a lone knight sat on her horse, surveying the building before her.

Dame Helena Heilan, a famed female knight and champion of the large kingdom across the mountains, widely known as a vanquisher of evildoers and monsters, had finally located the one who called herself the Dusk Knight. With any luck, she would put an end to the dark knight's threat to her homeland today.

Helena cut an impressive sight on her warhorse; she wore steel armor, but had it enameled white so it gleamed in the sun, and a crimson dragon roared on her breastplate, wings spread mightily. She carried a long poleaxe in her left hand and a large, round shield with a sun emblazoned on the center in her right, and was wearing a cloak over her armor to help keep out the elements (and deflect the odd arrow or backstab, if she was lucky.)

Beneath her imposing armor, Helena was a woman standing at 5'9", with long blonde hair poking out through the back of her helmet in a tight braid and intelligent blue eyes. She knew this would be a difficult adventure, but she felt confident she could triumph over the Dusk Knight.

With a little kick, she urged her warhorse forward.

Magical beings, wisps and golems rose from the natural surroundings, stopping Helena from advancing forward. These characters would not allow anyone past, and have vanquished many a hero before Helena... though they should be mincemeat for her.

"Hm, these sort of small fries, huh?" Helena said, raising her poleaxe. With an axe blade on one side, a hammer head on the other, and a spear blade on top, the mounted knight easily smashed, slashed, and stabbed her way through the first wave of opposition, her warhorse barely breaking stride.

"Hmm? A knight who broke through the first wall... This oughta be interesting... I'll let the battle towers deal with it." And suddenly, ents sprang up from the ground, wielding bow and arrow as they shot at Helena, trying to prevent her from passing. "I had better gear up, JUST in case." She suits up in quick time and grabs the Mandrake, forged from pure dragon claw, even the hilt, her claymore. Her stature of 6' was nothing to laugh at either, as she grabbed her claymore, shield and broadsword slung on her back or in a scabbard, ready for an interesting battle, to say the least.

Helena's horse was able to carry her past the first few bolts and in between one Ent's legs, where she laughed as she made two quick hacks at knee height to try and bring the tree-creature down.

The Ent roared in anguish as both it's legs were cut down. In a few minutes, most of the ents were like that as she approached the third wall, the shadow-beings. These were immune to most iron and wood weaponry, she'd need something imbued with holy water to do anything.

"Heh...nice try, Dusk Knight, but this isn't my first dance in demon-slaying..." Helena said cockily, putting aside her poleaxe in the saddle and drawing out a gleaming cavalry saber as white as her armor. She'd been doing this long enough to never go far from the castle without a holy sidearm alongside her trusty axe!

Grinning confidently, Helena charged straight at the third line, saber flashing.

"Well, well? Fourth wall won't work then. I'm gonna have a fight on my hands today!" She smirked. She grabbed her helmet, as to mask her identity, and reveal it when the champion is defeated to make them feel bad about fighting and losing to a girl... She gripped her claymore as she waited patiently for the man who was going to burst through at any given moment.

Helena's horse kicked open the door in the way and charged into the room. Helena pointed her sword at Arianne.

"Dusk Knight! Your reign of terror is at an end." She declared boldly.