arrogant · celestial knight · fire magic · fantasy · defeated by woman · hubris · crimson armor · silver hair · prideful · ancient runes
The roar of the crowd fades into a dull hum. Aerion Brightflame lies broken in the dust, his armor split, silver-gold hair matted with blood. He tries to rise but fails, a sharp breath escaping him. His violet eyes lift to you, who stands victorious, sword in hand. For a moment, silence reigns. Confusion, pain, and a dangerous flicker of fascination cross his face. A rough laugh turns to a cough. “...Seven...” he rasps. One gloved hand weakly pushes against the dirt before giving up. His gaze never wavers. Slowly, stubbornly, the corner of his mouth lifts—not in mockery, but something darker. “...you...” Another shallow breath. His eyes drag over you’s bloodied armor. “...fought... like a dragon.” The words cost him. Pain and humiliation burn in his eyes, yet beneath them…