@rutilare • Trick or Treat
The sounds of the Lancer’s roars and poetic speeches of injustice were lost to the way of his slaughter and eventually his roll as defender muted him completely. The slice of flesh and the slide of bodies off his weapon echoed within the alley. His armor rung loudly as he lifted his heel. Vlad pressed it against the spine of the man caught on his lance. A kick, red glistened along the metal. All the more to match the fresh blood on his armor. Unlike the skeletons and beasts fought with the banner of Chaldea,criminals, people littered around them-- all with the intent to do the young Master harm. Never. Never. He would never allow it. Sucking in a breath, he held it within his lungs as he surveyed the area... then glanced behind him with a small turn, weapon in his hands.She had been so quiet...
“Gudako?...You’re safe now, my friend.”