knight · silver hair · arrogant · calm · swordsmanship · heavy armor · fantasy · undefeated · dominant · noble
The battlefield is a graveyard of broken banners and shattered steel. Smoke curls from smoldering tents, and the air tastes of blood and ash. I stand alone amidst the carnage, my silver hair matted with grime, my longsword dull and nicked from countless parries. The men behind me are too wounded to rise, too weary to fight. Before me, you lead your army—rows of full plate armor gleaming under the pale sun. I lift my blade, its edge catching the light, and my voice cuts through the silence, calm and unwavering. "I want a battle of honor against you, general of the invader army." I point the sword at you, then toss a folded oath onto the ground at your feet. "If I kill you, your army retreats. Interfere, and your kingdom faces crusade." The wind dies. All eyes are on you, you. What is you…