Anarchist Time Knights-Day 2: Knights Clash
[Image: A frost-rimed ravine under a dawn sky streaked with gold and fading gray, jagged rocks casting long shadows. Tobal’s scarred face hardens under a worn blue militia coat, medallion blazing gold in his blood-streaked grip. Fiona’s sky blue gown flutters on her lean frame, chestnut hair tangled, golden threads pulsing vivid against the mist. Rafe’s wiry frame twists in a patched cloak of faded green and gray, knife flashing, grin wild. Becca’s red hair blazes under a cloak of deep brown and russet, eyes fierce with fire. Lucus looms broad in a gray leather vest, axe raised, blood dripping from a gash on his arm. Carla’s slim form crouches in a dark green cloak, rune flaring gold, gaze sharp. Cal’s tangled brown hair whips under a patched hood, hands trembling, face pale. Valentine’s shaggy gray-brown fur bristles as he snarls at a reptilian shadow — tense, raw, with the clash of steel and scales ringing out]
Tobal braced at the ravine’s edge, boots grinding frost-rimed stone, the dawn sky streaking gold and fading gray over jagged rocks. The air stung — cold with frost and the copper tang of blood — his blue militia coat, torn and damp, clinging to his broad frame. His scarred face hardened, short dark hair slick with sweat and mist, the medallion blazing gold in his blood-streaked grip, its pulse a fierce thread through his calloused palm, igniting a raw hunger in his chest.
Fiona stood firm, her sky blue gown fluttering on her lean frame, the hem snagging on sharp stone. Her chestnut hair tangled wild, catching the light, golden threads pulsing vivid against the mist — her breath rasped quick, laced with frost and strain, her lithe form coiled with a fierce spark, eyes locked on the rift’s shimmer below. Rafe twisted nearby, his wiry frame taut in a patched cloak of faded green and gray, wool frayed at the edges — his wild grin flashed, knife spinning fast, dawn glinting off the blood-smeared blade. Becca surged beside him, her cloak of deep brown and russet snapping in the wind, red hair blazing like fire — her fierce eyes burned, her sturdy curves firm with unleashed fury, she breathed a sharp growl of defiance.
Lucus loomed broad, his gray leather vest creaking as he raised his axe, blood dripping from a gash on his thick arm — his jaw tightened, dark eyes blazing, breath heaving with a low snarl of pain and grit. Carla crouched low, her slim form wrapped in a dark green cloak, rune flaring a sharp gold in her palm — her sharp gaze cut through the haze, short black hair plastered with sweat under her hood, a tense hum threading her steady hands. Cal staggered back, his tangled brown hair whipping under a patched hood, wiry frame trembling — his breath hitched fast, hands shaking as he clutched a dagger, face pale with a sheen of terror. Valentine snarled ahead, his shaggy gray-brown fur bristling, coarse and matted as he lunged at a reptilian shadow — his bark cracked the air, teeth bared, the clash of steel and scales ringing out.
The ravine shuddered — frost cracked underfoot, the wind howling with a tremor of rift energy, shadows of scales slithering in the mist. Tobal shifted, his chest heaving as a reptilian claw slashed air — close, jagged — blood flecking his coat. The air churned cold — frost and blood thick — dawn spilling raw over the rocks. He turned — eyes sweeping the Knights — his voice a rough growl, cutting the chaos. “They’re breaking through!” The medallion flared — gold light spilling bold — his scarred hand gripped tight, a fierce resolve threading his pulse. A rock shattered below — a reptilian snarl roared — his breath sharpened.
Rafe ducked a claw, cloak tearing, his wild grin widening as his breath puffed fast. “More fun!” He slashed his knife — a scale clattered — Valentine’s snarl answered, his fur matted with blood as he snapped at a tail. Rafe’s laugh barked — sharp, reckless — his lean frame weaving through the fray as a hiss curled near.
Fiona spun, gown ripping at the seam, threads weaving a vivid arc of gold that lashed the mist. “It’s widening!” she shouted — voice clear, fierce — her gaze striking Rafe, fingers trembling with power, the cold searing her knuckles. Her chestnut hair whipped, strands sticking to her sweat-damp face, and her eyes met Tobal’s — a shared fire threading alive, her lean grace sparking a desperate ache. A reptilian eye glinted — close, red — her jaw clenched, breath hitching with focus.
Becca charged, red hair blazing under her russet hood, her voice a roar as the wind tore her cloak. “Close it now!” She slammed a rock at a claw — her fierce eyes flashed — glancing from Fiona to Lucus, fury flickering in her gaze, her sturdy form surging with relentless heat. A scale slashed air — near, slick — her breath growled, frost biting her lips.
Lucus swung his axe, gray vest stained red, his broad shoulders heaving as blood dripped from his arm. “Die, you bastards!” he bellowed — voice raw, deep — his dark eyes wild, axe biting scale with a crunch, his gash weeping as he roared. The ground shook — sharp, violent — his grip faltered, then steadied, boots slipping on frost.
Carla’s rune blazed, gold flaring bright in her palm, her slim frame low as her sharp gaze pierced the mist. “It’s neon!” she gasped — voice tight, urgent — her fingers tracing frantic arcs, the hum spiking, her dark green cloak flapping. A reptilian jaw snapped — close, wet — her breath caught, eyes widening with a flicker of panic.
Cal stumbled, hood falling back, his wiry frame shaking as his dagger clattered to the stone. “Neon? We’re dead!” His voice broke — high, frantic — his tangled brown hair plastered with mist, hands clawing at the ground. A claw swiped — his scream choked — his eyes darted, terror locking his limbs.
Tobal lunged — coat dragging on jagged rock — his free hand yanking Cal back, the dog’s snarls echoing as Valentine bit a scaled flank. “Fight or die!” he roared — gruff, fierce — his scarred face twisting toward Cal, eyes dark with a fire that burned deep, his broad build a wall of raw strength. The medallion’s glow surged — its hum threading his shout — his chest heaved, a fierce resolve blazing through him. A reptilian tail lashed — frost shattered — Cal’s breath hitched, his hands steadying as the chaos roared.
Valentine leapt — stone cracked — a sharp bark split the ravine as he sank teeth into scale, fur slick with blood. Tobal rose, medallion blazing, his scarred face set — something raw churned in his gut, a growl of defiance beneath it. “Pin ‘em!” Rafe yelled — half a laugh — his knife flashing as he darted forward, wiry frame a blur of reckless thrill. A reptilian screech tore through — close, alive — Fiona’s threads flared, gold threading boldly — her voice sliced the wind. “Seal it!” Tobal’s gaze struck Rafe — hard, fierce — his growl a rasp. “Find the rift!” He surged toward the ravine’s heart — boots slipping — the wind howling with frost and blood.
The light flared — gold clashed with shadow, rocks trembling in the breeze, the rift’s pulse shuddering beneath their feet. A reptilian claw raked stone — near, vicious — Lucus roared, axe swinging wild, blood spraying as he staggered. Tobal’s hand gripped Cal’s arm — medallion blazing bold — his hold iron, though his own pulse thundered, a snarl spiking his ears, his broad chest tight with a flicker of dread. “Move!” he barked — voice low, rough — frost and blood sharp in his throat. Cal’s chest heaved — his eyes flicked — then hardened, a faint spark of fight catching as the rift’s hum swelled.
Fiona’s threads lashed out — gold flickering like lightning — her gaze cut to Becca, the dawn’s cold searing her lean face. “It’s here!” Becca shouted — voice fierce — her edge alive, her sturdy form trembling with fire and grit. A reptilian maw loomed — close, slick — Fiona’s fingers bled gold — chestnut hair whipping in the wind. “Hold it!” Rafe’s laugh cracked — wild, sharp — his knife slashing as he leapt, wiry frame alive with a desperate spark. Tobal nodded — medallion pulsing — wind howling low, a reptilian roar rising near, a whisper of what’s next. The Knights clashed — scarred, fierce — dawn breaking over the ravine.
