[Likewise, Artoria brought forth the lance Rhongomyniad, crackling with its holy power as it shines with a radiant glow. It had been years since she brought it out. A weapon of this magnitude, a secret relic, was not something she could so casually use. But this was Nightfall. And besides, she would not be outdone by Valvatorez dusting off Yoshitsuna. Time may pass and ravage the landscape as they knew it, but Artoria's competitive nature would never burn away.
Even with her mask on, there is no doubt that Artoria is smiling. Her words, normally even and monotonous, are filled with a life to them that she hasn't expressed in years. As if to mimic the feelings of her master, Llamrei is quite excited herself. Artoria pets her loyal steed, before griping the reigns.]
Very well, King of Fear. Far be it from me to reject the challenge of such a proud and noble daemon. And, perhaps...a friend. [Outstretching her arm, Artoria readies the holy lance.]
Listen well, worshippers of the night! Before you stands the Once and Future King, Arthur Pendragon! I have returned from death with death itself in hand! Flee with your lives or face your end! But whichever you choose, failure will be all that is left to you! Your machinations will fall as the sun rises again! Now...TO BATTLE!
[And without a single bout of hesitation, Llamrei begins her charge as radiance begins to gather around Artoria's lance, rotating around it like the fiercest hurricane.]
Excellent
Even with her mask on, there is no doubt that Artoria is smiling. Her words, normally even and monotonous, are filled with a life to them that she hasn't expressed in years. As if to mimic the feelings of her master, Llamrei is quite excited herself. Artoria pets her loyal steed, before griping the reigns.]
Very well, King of Fear. Far be it from me to reject the challenge of such a proud and noble daemon. And, perhaps...a friend. [Outstretching her arm, Artoria readies the holy lance.]
Listen well, worshippers of the night! Before you stands the Once and Future King, Arthur Pendragon! I have returned from death with death itself in hand! Flee with your lives or face your end! But whichever you choose, failure will be all that is left to you! Your machinations will fall as the sun rises again! Now...TO BATTLE!
[And without a single bout of hesitation, Llamrei begins her charge as radiance begins to gather around Artoria's lance, rotating around it like the fiercest hurricane.]