[-Point of View: Pioneer Nestlee Westland-]
As the Envoy from the Cithitsar Imperal Kingdom left Eckhart, Prince Ryowolf, the Blackbird, and I all sat in the Royal Carriage. However, the silence was deafening... The Blackbird was seemingly trying to take up as little room as possible. My emerald-colored eyes softened as I looked at him, seeing him fully for the first time. The Blackbird had milk chocolate skin, with patches of pale skin across the exposed parts of his body. He had raven-black hair, and ruby-red eyes. His very presence screamed power, but his lips never moved. He just stared out the carriage window.
Finally, Prince Ryowolf broke the silence. "Well, once we reach the Dutchy of Ackabond, Sir Nestlee will be sailing us to our final destination. I don't anticipate trouble but...". The Prince was cut off as the carriage came to a slamming halt. Knights shouted as they drew their blades and defended the carriage. However, up against an unknown, unidentified group, it seemed the trio was in peril.
"GET DOWN SIRE!" I shouted shielding Prince Ryowolf as an arrow ripped though the carriage's thin-paned glass window. However, before it could hit me... the Blackbird had caught it mid-air. It was then, for the first time since leaving Eckhart, Blackbird spoke. "Prince, Pioneer, allow me to handle this threat." Without much else we could do, the Prince and I agree, only to watch the Blackbird exit the carriage and close the door...
[-Point of View: The Blackbird-]
After getting permission to handle the threat, I left Prince Ryowolf in the care of Pioneer Nestlee in the carriage. Grabbing the singular box I'd been protecting in secret since I was enslaved, I tore it open and dawned a pair cast iron gauntlets. With them on, I approached the front of the carriage with cautious, yet clear intent. A dense fog was rolling upon us, and if we weren't swift, we'd be fighting blind. As I came to the rear of the Royal Knights defensive line, I saw the source of the attack. It was a horde of Goblins, lead by War Troll, had chosen to attack the Royal Envoy. Many of the Knights had been injured, but only the Head Knight was still truly fighting. As she backed up toward me, I shot her a look of "let me handle the rest." With a nod of confirmation, we traded places.
As I marched toward the horde and War Troll, I punched the two gauntlets on my hands together. The sound that rang out could've fooled even the wisest of warriors to believing the was a blacksmith forging a weapon before them. The War Troll ordered the goblin horde to hold back as it wanted the glory of killing this seeming overconfident enemy. However, I wasn't overconfident or cocky... rather I knew I'd win, as I'd won many times before...
As the Head Knight was being healed by the Bishop, Nestlee and Ryowolf had stepped out to see the damage. However, a loud war cry split the stillness of the air. They all looked over to see... me. I yelled with all my might, then charged in a dead sprint at the War Troll. "I'M READY! HOW ABOUT YOU! BEAST OF HELL!" I cried out, anger overcoming my being... I don't remember much from that moment onward, but according to Head Knight Gale...
[-Point of View: Head Knight Gale-]:
"I'd never seen a soul set itself ablaze like that. In all my time as a Royal Knight, nobody even came close to what I watched. The Blackbird I'd been ready to smite just days earlier, was now goinbg toe-to-toe with a War Troll... and was winning. Each punch he...", Head Knight Gale paused as the Prince and Pioneer moved to the front of the carriage to get a better look. "Left hook, right cross, fade, then followed up by what could only be described as barrage of punches that cracked the air as the cast iron gauntlets made contact with the War Troll's tough flesh..." Gale was stunned, believing nobody could've survived a War Troll of this caliber. Yet, somehow this slave-set-free, was tossing the War Troll around like it was slime monster.
[-Point of View: The Blackbird-]
Having regained my conscious mind, I let out another war cry before attacking the War Troll's face. each of my punches made a thud that silenced the forest on either side of the cobbled-stone road. Finally, putting my back into my last punch, I caved in the War Troll's skull, in front of his goblin horde army. I planted my boot atop the War Troll's carcass, eyes blazing a red-hue as I smiled. "WHO'S BRAVE ENOUGH TO BE NEXT!?" I shouted at the goblins, having never felt more alive. Most of the horde dropped their weapons and retreated. However, of the handful who'd foolishly declined their right to live, I crushed them without hesitation, and without any physical strain to my body... none whatsoever.