Anarchist Time Knights-Day 3: Hound of the Nexus
[Image: Twilight haze over a jagged forest, Valentine, golden dog with astral snout, bounds ahead — Tobal with scarred face, short dark hair, blue militia coat, grips glowing medallion — Lucas in black tunic, short black hair, astral sheen, stands firm — OAK Nexus rift pulses, reptilian shadows creep — vivid, gritty]
Valentine bounded through the jagged forest, golden fur glinting under a twilight haze — his snout sniffed the air, sharp and glowing, ears perked, eyes alert — loyal as ever. Tobal followed — scars tight on his face, blue militia coat torn — medallion glowing warm against his chest — hands clenched — war drums pounding in his head — old battles flashing. Lucas flanked him — black tunic shimmering, steady as a rock — watching the shadows — calm but ready. The rift pulsed ahead — golden light spilling out — reptilian shapes creeping closer — war brewing — nothing could stop them now.
A growl tore from Valentine — tail stiff, fur bristling — rift energy spiked. Tobal’s medallion flared — golden light burst — visions hit — ancient wars — him and me, fighting side by side — secrets held tight until the end. “They’re here,” Lucas said, voice low — eyes locked on scales glinting — five reptilians — tails whipping, claws sharp — war crashing in. Tobal nodded — “Take ‘em” — determination set in stone.
Valentine lunged — teeth sank into scales — a reptilian shrieked — panic breaking its hiss. Tobal charged — medallion blazing — fist smashed a jaw — bone cracked — blood sprayed. Lucas spun — boot slammed ribs — another dropped — two gone fast — rift humming louder — war’s heat rising — battle alive.
Claws swiped — Tobal ducked — medallion flared — light blinded — a reptilian stumbled — Valentine bit — tail tripped it — Lucas struck — third fell hard — ground shook. Two left — snarling — Tobal roared — fist met scales — fourth crumpled — war pounding through — old strength surging — victory close.
The rift pulsed — last reptilian lunged — Valentine leapt — pinned it — Lucas stomped — skull cracked — silence hit. Tobal gripped the medallion — light steadied — rift calmed — reptilians gone — war echoes fading. Twilight deepened — forest still — Valentine panted — nuzzled Tobal — Lucas wiped sweat — “We’re clear.” Tobal nodded — medallion dim — stronger now — rift soft — battle won.
Twilight haze settled — Valentine’s tail wagged — loyal eyes gleaming — Lucas stood firm — Tobal felt the weight — ancient ties — war fought — rift held. They’d stood together — nothing could break them — power pulsing — ready for more — warriors through time — unstoppable now — rift glowing — peace for a moment.
