Anarchist Time Knights-Day 3: Knight’s Fall
[Image: A frost-crusted ravine under a blood-streaked dawn, gold and gray swirling through thick mystical fog. Tobal’s scarred face twists in fury under a torn blue militia coat, medallion blazing gold in his blood-soaked grip. Fiona’s sky blue gown hangs ragged on her lean frame, chestnut hair matted, golden threads flaring wild. Rafe’s wiry frame coils in a shredded cloak of faded green and gray, knife dripping, grin feral. Becca’s red hair blazes under a tattered cloak of deep brown and russet, eyes wild with rage. Lucus slumps broad in a gray leather vest, axe fallen, blood pooling from a gaping wound. Carla’s slim form lies still in a dark green cloak, rune dim, face pale. Cal’s tangled brown hair sticks with sweat under a patched hood, eyes wide with horror. Valentine’s shaggy gray-brown fur mats with gore as he howls over a reptilian corpse — raw, broken, with the rift’s hum shattering the air]
Tobal stood at the ravine’s heart, boots slipping on frost-crusted stone slick with blood, the dawn sky swirling gold and gray through thick mystical fog. The air reeked — cold with frost, blood, and the acrid sting of scales — his blue militia coat, torn and soaked, heavy on his broad frame. His scarred face twisted in fury, short dark hair matted with sweat and gore, the medallion blazing gold in his blood-soaked grip, its pulse a wild thread through his trembling palm, fueling a raw roar in his chest.
Fiona fought beside him, her sky blue gown hanging ragged on her lean frame, the hem shredded by claw and stone. Her chestnut hair matted wild, streaked with blood, golden threads flaring vivid through the fog — her breath heaved sharp, choked with frost and pain, her lithe form trembling with a desperate spark, eyes burning into the rift’s pulsing maw. Rafe coiled nearby, his wiry frame tense in a shredded cloak of faded green and gray, wool soaked red — his feral grin bared, knife dripping thick, dawn glinting off the gore-streaked blade. Becca loomed fierce, her cloak of deep brown and russet tattered in the wind, red hair blazing like a torch through the haze — her wild eyes raged, her sturdy curves taut with unyielding fire, she breathed a guttural snarl of defiance.
Lucus slumped against a rock, his gray leather vest split, axe fallen from his limp hand — blood pooled from a gaping wound across his chest, his broad frame shuddering, dark eyes glazing as breath rattled slow. Carla lay still, her slim form crumpled in a dark green cloak, rune dim in her lifeless palm — her sharp gaze gone, short black hair splayed on frost, a faint hum fading from her broken hands. Cal knelt frozen, his tangled brown hair sticking with sweat under a patched hood, wiry frame locked — his breath sobbed fast, hands clawing stone, eyes wide with horror as fog curled around him. Valentine howled ahead, his shaggy gray-brown fur matted with gore, coarse and slick as he stood over a reptilian corpse — his cry split the air, teeth red, the rift’s hum shattering the ravine.
The ground cracked — frost split underfoot, the wind screaming with rift energy, reptilian shadows surging through the fog. Tobal staggered, his chest heaving as a reptilian tail lashed — close, brutal — blood spraying his face. The air choked — frost, blood, and death thick — dawn bleeding raw through the haze. He turned — eyes striking the Knights — his voice a broken roar, tearing the silence. “They’ve taken too much!” The medallion flared — gold light spilling wild — his scarred hand shook, a fierce resolve threading his pulse. A scale clattered — a reptilian screech pierced — his breath burned.
Rafe spun, cloak ripping free, his feral grin twisting as his breath rasped fast. “Bastards pay!” He slashed his knife — a claw snapped — Valentine’s howl answered, his fur slick as he tore at a scaled flank. Rafe’s laugh cracked — raw, unhinged — his lean frame darting through the chaos as a snarl roared near.
Fiona stumbled, gown catching on jagged stone, threads flaring a wild arc of gold that slashed the fog. “It’s argon now!” she cried — voice hoarse, fierce — her gaze cutting to Rafe, fingers bleeding power, the cold clawing her knuckles. Her chestnut hair lashed, matted with blood, and her eyes met Tobal’s — a shared fire threading alive, her lean grace cracking with a desperate ache. A reptilian maw loomed — close, dripping — her jaw locked, breath shuddering with strain.
Becca roared, red hair blazing under her tattered hood, her voice a howl as the wind tore her cloak. “Seal it or die!” She hurled a rock at a snout — her wild eyes flared — glancing from Fiona to Tobal, rage flickering in her gaze, her sturdy form surging with relentless fury. A claw raked stone — near, vicious — her breath snarled, frost and blood searing her throat.
Lucus coughed, gray vest soaked red, his broad shoulders slumping as blood gushed from his chest. “Hold… them…” he rasped — voice faint, raw — his dark eyes fading, axe still as his hand fell, his gash weeping into the frost. The ground bucked — sharp, cruel — his breath stopped, boots still on cracked stone.
Carla’s rune flickered — gold dimming in her palm, her slim frame limp as fog curled over her. A reptilian tail smashed — close, final — her dark green cloak crumpled, her sharp gaze gone, a last hum silenced in her broken hands. A shadow surged — swift, lethal — her body stilled, blood pooling beneath.
Cal screamed, hood torn back, his wiry frame shaking as his hands clawed at frost. “They’re dead!” His voice shattered — high, frantic — his tangled brown hair plastered with sweat and mist, eyes locked on Lucus and Carla. A reptilian claw swiped — his sob choked — his legs buckled, terror drowning his spark.
Tobal charged — coat dragging through blood — his free hand grabbing Cal’s collar, yanking him up as Valentine’s howls echoed over the corpse. “Stand or fall!” he bellowed — gruff, fierce — his scarred face blazing toward Cal, eyes dark with a fire that burned deep, his broad build a wall of raw defiance. The medallion’s glow surged — its hum threading his roar — his chest thundered, a fierce resolve blazing through him. A reptilian tail lashed — stone shattered — Cal’s breath hitched, his hands clawing as the rift’s pulse roared.
Valentine leapt — frost cracked — a sharp bark split the ravine as he sank teeth into scale, fur dripping red. Tobal rose, medallion blazing, his scarred face a mask — something raw broke in his gut, a growl of loss beneath it. “Close it!” Rafe yelled — half a snarl — his knife slashing as he lunged, wiry frame a blur of feral thrill. A reptilian screech tore through — close, alive — Fiona’s threads flared, gold threading wildly — her voice cracked the fog. “Now!” Tobal’s gaze struck Rafe — hard, fierce — his growl a rasp. “Find the core!” He surged toward the rift’s heart — boots slipping — the wind howling with frost and death.
The light fractured — gold clashed with shadow, stone trembling in the fog, the rift’s pulse shattering beneath their feet. A reptilian claw raked air — near, lethal — Becca roared, slamming stone into scale, blood spraying as she stood. 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 grief. “Move!” he barked — voice low, broken — frost and blood choking his throat. Cal’s chest heaved — his eyes flared — then steadied, a faint spark of fight breaking through as the rift’s hum swelled.
Fiona’s threads lashed out — gold flickering like fire through the fog — her gaze cut to Becca, the dawn’s cold tearing her lean face. “It’s below!” Becca shouted — voice fierce — her edge alive, her sturdy form trembling with rage and grit. A reptilian maw loomed — close, slick — Fiona’s fingers bled gold — chestnut hair whipping in the wind. “Hold it!” Rafe’s snarl 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 lost. The Knights broke — scarred, fallen — dawn bleeding over the ravine.
