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The Black Grail Knights stood as paralyzed as the Red Duke as they all looked upon a legend come to life. Many even among the nobility wondered if the Green Knight was a true Legend or instead a stand in for the heroic Grail Knights of old. As each of them witnessed a once in an era charge against their own lines the Black Knights were stunned.
Then, with a sneer, a wordless command was given to each of them. A glowing light from the Red Duke sent each of them to flight upon their mighty steeds so that they would avoid the land bound Green Knight. A sneaky tactic which had only dishonored the men further as they began to circle the Green Knight like vultures.
Yet soon after another light escaped from the forest. Quickly running as if the daemons of chaos were upon her, a maiden riding a horse of divine beauty came charging from the deathly forest and raised a horn into the air. Bringing what was a dreadful horn to her lips the raven haired maiden Albera blew upon the Falcon-Horn of Fredemund.
An ear piercing scream came from the horn that carried itself throughout the entire lands. So loud was it that Lucian was forced to cover his ears as the call to arms that had just been sounded. He looked back up, wondering to whose souls this rally was meant for, then he saw them.
Where the skies were a void of life and not a single bird was amongst them, suddenly from all corners of the world did the hordes of birds come. Lucian watched as the undead Black Grail Knights who had taken themselves to the sky had suddenly become accosted by what must have been every single bird in Bretonnia. Each of them were attacked with beasts picking at their eyes or at loose tissue.
It was only after taking in the surreal sight that Lucian realized that every single bird was a Raven.
Suddenly accosted the Black Grail Knights were sent to ground, where their kind faced the fury of an inflamed Green Knight. It did not matter whether they were upon a Griffin or Pegasus, for the Green Knight simply charged their flanks and went over them as an unstoppable will of the Lady’s might.
Perhaps it was the Vampire’s will, but two of those Black Grail Knights were still able to stay within the air. Soon one threw himself near the maiden in an attempt to drive a lance through her heart and stop what was happening.
Yet again the forest birthed a new figure. This one rushing at a now even faster speed than the maiden was a tall figure with the golden glow of a true Grail Knight. Sir Galandril rammed his lance into the pegasus mount of the Black Grail Knight, driving him into the ground as he protected his maiden.
