[b]"...NO..."[/b] [i]For at that moment, a figure had arrived at the Dojo gates, staring eerily at the Nameless King. It had a feminine posture, extremely thin yet standing straight and tall, her height 5'9. Her entire body was hidden away by a fortified suit of steel, ceramic, kevlar, and carbon, the red and ash colored grey fabric burnt. Her head was hidden away by a metallic knightess helm, visor lowered at the moment. She held out her hand, and a coiled greatsword formed within it, the blade of the weapon igniting in flames. She spoke, and it became clear of who she was.[/i] "King. Son of Gwyn, Master of Ornstein. Let us end this." [i]Anri. Unable to speak out of an apparent fear for the knightess, the Nameless King backed away, his grip tightening on his weapon as he did so.[/i] [i]Anri only nodded towards Rorek, silently approaching her enemy, who was now around 10 feet away from the two.[/i]