"Shut up." Said a knight. It would've been laughable, considering he wore only the iron armor of a lowly knight. But.....it wasn't. He seemed to be eternally burning, his armor giving off cinder. His only weapon was a single greatsword, with a hand-and-a-half grip and a three foot blade. He stopped a few feet in front of her, distaste obvious in his body language and voice. He drew his greatsword, giving off a slight feeling from the sight. The feeling that of slight dread, like the weapon was meant to kill and kill and keep killing those who couldn't die.