The stench of blood would taint the air; the screams of agony would drown out the sound of the alarm as more guards fell before her. The unknown female would continue to cut her foes down left and right, seeming to enjoy the slaughter. She stood before a group of guards as he bright pink hair flowed in the breeze, a sadistic grin etched across her visage as she raised her scythe. Blood dripped off of the blade as she pointed it at the men before her.

“Who’s next?” The female spoke softly, followed by a blood curdling giggle as she lowered her scythe, kneeling down as she readied her stance. The guards would raise their swords, although the expression on their faces was one knowing that they would die right then and there. As the female prepared to attack, shifting her feet as she looked up at her prey, the grin upon her sanguine lips still present. With a swift kick to the ground she would launch herself at her opponents, leaving a small crater behind her as she rocketed towards them.

A flash of white light would burst throughout the courtyard as a loud rumble would follow. The female, now stopped in her tracks would look upon a figure standing before her. The figure adorn in a suit of glowing silver angelic armour. Two rather small, snow white wings would extend from their shoulders, oscillating in the chilling breeze as the figure looked at the intruder. Her long, elegant jet black hair would sway in the breeze as her deep blue eyes looked upon her foe, not a single expression ran across her visage.

The scythe that the intruder wielded would be stopped in mid swing by a long, silver pole arm, a spear. Wrapped around the long pole of the spear a white ribbon would loosely hang off of its length. The sharp blade attached to its end would hold a glowing purple gem that pulsated slowly. The newly arrived figure would stand facing the guards, holding her spear in her right hand as the pole reached to her left shoulder, where the blade of the scythe was only inches away from beheading her. Her left hand wrapped around the other end of the pole, her slender fingertips wrapped around the pole arm.

The intruder would lock eyes with the female before her, gritting her teeth as she jumped back, still holding her scythe in her hands as she observed the one before her. “Who the hell are you?” The female spoke as she lowered her scythe, narrowing her eyes.

“I should ask you the same. But if you want to know, my name is Areyth, I am a Holy Knight, and you are my enemy” Areyth spoke in a stern tone as she too narrowed her eyes, turning her body to face her opponent.

“Areyth huh? So you are one of them…One of the Princesses of Avalon…I was not told you were a Holy Knight…” The female spoke as her eyes gazed at the odd spear Areyth held. “And my name is Nyx. Not that it matters anyway, since you are going to die here” Nyx spoke softly as she raised her scythe, gripping the pole as she kept her eyes on Areyth.

“Is that so? Then you must be stupid. You came here of your own volition, but I have no time to indulge in your provolity. The likes of you are not worth humouring” Aryeth’s tone lowered as her gaze meet with her opponents. A white haze of aura would seep off of her shining armour as she raised her spear, pointing it outward as she slowly began to approach her opponent.

Small snowflakes began to form around Areyth as she slowly walked closer to Nyx, the temperature of the air around her seemed to drastically drop, as if her mere presence was distorting the weather. Areyth took a deep breath, closing her eyes as the snowflakes began to meld themselves, forming floating daggers comprised of ice. The wings on her armour would begin to extend, forming themselves into follow grown angel wings as they stretched out behind her.

Areyth would slowly open her eyes, her once dark blue eyes now glowing with a bright azure haze as the ground around her began to form hoarfrost. A gentle smile would crawl across her features as she spoke, her voice distorted, sounding rather angelic. “Genesis frowns upon your presence, you are not welcome here, intruder”

“Die”

The moment Areyth uttered the word ‘Die’ her voice would echo throughout the area, causing the real around them to become distorted, the pallet of the area would alter itself, only to revert a single second afterwards, followed by a flash of white light. The single word spoken would cause the daggers of ice to shoot towards her opponent, who would have little to no time to counter due to the flash of white light blinding her.

As the flash of light faded Areyth would lower her weapon, looking upon her opponent who was skewered with dozens of spears formed out of ice, seeming too had come from all directions. Her arms stretched out to the side, looking as if she were crucified by the sickles of ice. Still holding the scythe in her hands as her lifeless face looked down to the ground, blood dripping out of her mouth slowly.

“That was too easy…” Areyth spoke softly, letting out a gentle sigh as she turned to face the guards, who merely watched in awe of what had just taken place. “Get this mess cleaned up, make sure the bodies are collected so they can have a proper sending” With that said the guards saluted her, nodding as they called for reinforcements to take their fallen comrades to the morgue.

“I do wonder…Was this just a random attack or was it planned?” Areyth spoke softly as she looked back at her deceased opponent, raising an eyebrow as she observed the female before her. Who now had a grin upon her face as she looked back at Areyth. “You really think that is all it takes to kill me?”