Though his steed was down, Rizel kept a cold composure as if such a thing idnt supprise him in the slightest, his rune blade already drawn, lightning exasperated from such a blade. His armour thick and ready, he saw his mount pinned to the groundhowever the armour withstood even under the weight of such a repolsive lizard to Rizel's eyes.<span style="color: #00FFFF"> "You pathetic excuse of existance..."</span><br/><br/>Rizel had drawn his blade and suddenly slammed it into the ground, a shock wave shattered the grounds under the dragon causing a pit to form under it, before his claw could crush the life out of his mount. Rizel slammed his armoured self into the claw, forcing the Earth under it to recoil and thus free his mount through the gaps of the claws. The steed seemed fine a part from dented armour, though it it were any other make his horse would surely be dead.<br/><br/>The Azure looking knight swept onto his steed once more and held his blade toward the Dovah, only giving him minor to lesser wounds, his blade held infront of him lightning jolts travled on the surface of the claymore lengthed sword. The light blue colours shimmered revealing ungodly red eyes, as if to those he stood against would only feel the cold sweeping motions of Death's approach.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FFFF">"I warn you creature...."</span>His sword shocked with the fierce might of this warrior's spirit leaving such matteres in awe<span style="color: #00FFFF">"If you choose to fight, you forfit your life..."</span>His tone was powerful, strong with authority and yet ever cold such tones could leave a sting even in the most mindless breasts. The steed and the rider now fought as one if this conflict continued and this time a attack continued from this beast would mean its downfall.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">There was more to this warrior than meets the eye, and yet it seemed he was making little effort in his combat skills, he weilded that blade as if it were a normal sword, the swings were fast and flawless and the power was crushing. But there was something to this man as if he hated conflicts as if he hated battle, as much as his doom-like eyes looked unholy there was remource for something deeper</span>