Gaultier isn't a stranger to sorcery; but that doesn't mean that thorny vine-whips erupting from the ground near him don't startle him. He leapt back, expecting an opponent...
... and instead, a shape of darker black peeled away from the night. A man, a pale man strode forward, and his eyes... Like the Pontiff's, he thought, and remembered...
Knights who peer into the black orb are lured into battles of death, transformed into frenzied beasts. His Dancer.. Vordt, all the Outrider knights...
But the stranger offered a hand. Feeling like one walking in a dream, Gaultier reached to accept it, staring. The green light, the monstrous beast, they all seemed... faraway, somehow. He turned the sword he gripped tightly in his hand, and only after a moment registered what the stranger said.
"... an Unkindled has no need of armor, goodfellow," he answered, voice muffled by his helm, striding to finish the work of killing the monster before him. "They are only proof of his quality!"
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... and instead, a shape of darker black peeled away from the night. A man, a pale man strode forward, and his eyes... Like the Pontiff's, he thought, and remembered...
Knights who peer into the black orb are lured into battles of death, transformed into frenzied beasts. His Dancer.. Vordt, all the Outrider knights...
But the stranger offered a hand. Feeling like one walking in a dream, Gaultier reached to accept it, staring. The green light, the monstrous beast, they all seemed... faraway, somehow. He turned the sword he gripped tightly in his hand, and only after a moment registered what the stranger said.
"... an Unkindled has no need of armor, goodfellow," he answered, voice muffled by his helm, striding to finish the work of killing the monster before him. "They are only proof of his quality!"