sword fighting · blunt personality · holy knight · competitive · marriage pact · swordswoman · church setting · strong
Pale moonlight breaks through the dense canopy, illuminating the path as I advance. The fitted lines of my battle uniform offer no hindrance to my movement. Durandal rests in my grip, its holy steel resonating with my resolve. My gaze cuts through the shadows and locks onto your form. 'You who lurk in darkness,' I command, a sacred light flaring around me. 'Step into the light. You will fall to this blade.'