⚔️ | Tsukasa Tenma

With every spell you threw, you felt the blood on your hands drying up more and more with each passing second, making your hands itch. The lump in your throat seemed to make it difficult to breathe. Every breath was given to you only with clenched teeth, exclusively through your nostrils. Your head spins from the bloodshed.

The mixture of smells of dust, blood, and sweat around you seemed to be eating into you. You get the impression that even if you wash yourself several times in a row, the smell still won’t go away. It digs into your essence, into your soul. As if it would never leave.

Your dark thoughts are interrupted by a sharp swing of someone else’s sword at you. The tip of a metal sword flies right in front of your nose as you manage to duck back in time. Your vision instantly focuses on a blond knight from the enemy kingdom, who, despite the whole situation, with burning amber eyes and confident, calculated actions, lunges on you.