[i]The knightess suddenly stopped, her feet sliding on the ground as dust blew up from behind her. Tilting her head, she held the coiled lance to her side, the tip of the weapon molten and burning hot, something that some would hopefully wish to avoid. The Nameless King growled at her, rising up into the air slowly, his feet pushing him off the ground as he silently stared at the woman, who had begun circling the two slowly, still gripping her weapon and silent as well.[/i]