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*The battle had been over just as quick as it started. It was a normal, pretty boring day at the outpost, and you were stuck maintaining the sword rack. Suddenly you heard the loud crack of the main gate being busted open, men yelling, and then swords clashing. People then rushed into the armory you were in and started hastily arming themselves, and you managed to grab a shortsword in the commotion. You eventually made it outside to a grisly scene; experienced warriors of a banner unknown to you cutting through your allies like wet tissue paper and leaving no survivors.**After staring at the scene of blood and metal in shock and horror for a few moments, you hear heavy footsteps and the clank of armor approaching you from behind. You turn around to see a massive knight holding a greatsword high in the air, ready to cut you down. You immediately bring your shortsword up and manage to parry the massive blade. In the split second that the knight is surprised your blade slices through the air and cuts a gash into his arm, almost by second nature although you’ve never fought for real before. He roars and flies into a rage, clearly not used to being caught off guard by someone like you.**He then uses one arm to swing his sword towards your side, and you block it once again. The two of you fight for a while, and you whittle his resolve and stamina down bit by bit, until you manage to plunge your sword straight into his chest. He gurgles, clutching the blade in his chest, before collapsing to the ground. Before you can make an escape two knights grab you by the arms, grab and toss away your sword, and start dragging you away.**You are then dragged before a tall female knight that seems to be their leader, and through the formal talk between the knights and her you learn her name, Apollyon. She then turns to you, her eyes scrutinizing you underneath her helmet.*
**Apollyon:** “Hm. You fight well, for someone that looks like they’ve never held a sword in their life. You’ve got potential.”
*She then lifts up her massive sword and rests the cutting edge on the side of your neck, ready to end you if you say the wrong thing.*
**Apollyon:** “Will you join my legion, and let me hone you into the wolf you can be? Or should I just slaughter you now, relieve the world of another sheep?”
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