[i]A chill would run down Irina's spine as she sat there, a sudden feeling of uneasiness settling in. Something felt... wrong. Extremely wrong, in fact. An all too familiar scent pierced her nostrils; a scent the Vileblood knew with all her being. It wasn't the acidic, metallic smell of blood, but rather, the heavy stench of death. It seemed to rise up from out of nowhere, blanketing the area the pale woman was lounging in, filling her every breath. That intoxicating smell, so thick and heavy. The sounds of Dojoville were muffled, the honking of vehicles, the rumbling of engines, and the general buzz of the populace sounding so distant and almost muted, and not long after, all Irina heard was the rushing of her blood, the beating of her heart, and her own breathing. When she looked over the street, those icy eyes gliding over her surroundings, she wouldn't see a thing, despite the whole world seeming so far away now, even if she was still sitting right there, on that wooden bench. Something was extremely wrong, that much was absolutely certain now, though [b]what[/b] that something was remained unknown. Seconds would pass, maybe even whole minutes, perhaps even hours, but something did change, eventually. Appearing from thin air, as if walking into the material realm from someplace in between the fabric of space and time, three knights would appear; shades from a different plane. Their arrival was signed by the deathly smell growing thicker, and the air growing heavier, three shadows like smoke, taking form. Their footsteps made nary a sound, their forms tall and hulking, seven feet at the least, with shoulders wide like a truck, bodies shrouded in armour as black as night. The corroded plates were masterfully crafted, damaged as they were, fitted over finely linked chainmail, just as dark as the rest. Draped over their shoulders were capes that seemed to absorb the light shone on them from the midday sun, the fabric tattered and torn, fluttering in the wind like tendrils. A hood hid their heads, faces unseen, not a single ray of light piercing the pitch black veil. The one on the left held a longsword of sorts in his two armoured hands, the weapon six-and-a-half feet in length, the wide, dark blade engraved with blood-red runes and symbols, etched deeply into the corrupted metal, shadows oozing out of the scars within the steel. The edges were chipped and jagged, littered in chinks and other signs of wear -- undoubtedly from years of use and neglect. The guard of the sword was carved into the shape of a rose's head, yet it was dark and cold, leaking shadows, much like the blade itself. The one in the middle was armed with a hammer, six feet tall, the head a good foot-and-a-half long and shaped like a cylinder, even if the front and back were lined with spikes and jagged edges. The shaft was wrapped in black leather, a rounded pommel at the bottom of it. Runes were engraved into the head of the weapon, similar to the symbols on the sword, written in a language unknown and long dead, foreign to this world, even this universe -- to this whole, entire realm. The one on the right, the final edgelord, held a flail in his right hand, left hand loosely wrapped around a dagger. The flail had a block of solid metal instead of the usual spiked ball, carved to be shaped like the head of a shestopyors mace, attached to a ten-inch chain of masterly crafted links, then hooked to a stick about a foot in length. The rod was covered in metal plating for reinforcement, while the head slowly swung in circles. As for the dagger, it was a simple thing, the blade only eight inches long, curving back ever so slightly, the tip jutting forwards straight. It lacked a guard and pommel, four-inch grip wrapped in black leather. As they so slowly approached Irina, each about a meter apart from the other, they faded out of existence every few seconds, every few footsteps, making it more than clear they were otherworldly, perhaps even ethereal. The best choice was probably to run, but the Vileblood would likely stay and fight, though that didn't seem so smart...[/i] [spoiler]woot woot the edgelords are here[/spoiler]