<div class="floatright"><strong>Evening Glory</strong> (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Ps7sKJ-UnHwZTcGZtB4pe6T7xFHYajRtIOsixrXp-UA/edit)<br/>(https://static.zerochan.net/Rider.%28Fate.Prototype%3A.Sougin.no.Fragments%29.full.2056585.jpg)</div><br/>Evening Glory hears Rapture's words, looking up where she flew he replied; "Besides music I was taught martial arts in my education, fighting unarmed, and wrestling being some sports my past masters enjoyed watching as spectacle." As the sound of raksha approaches he concentrates on the front where raksha is coming as he continues; "Useless or not, it all does not matter before the final judgment of death. It's matter how you choose to die, we all by circumstance were enslaved and were slaves to serve our entire lives for others. But now here, in the depths of the tomb, you can make choice to live just for yourself for a moment and let go of the burdens life gives you and give it all you can before the final breath. Bards nor gods remember the lives of mortals, but deaths if they were spectacular. The final spark of mortality shining brightly before snuffed out is most memorable. So do not fear death, but fear dying in shame!"<br/><br/>Then as raksha broke through, coming screaming towards the chamber Evening Glory shouts;<strong>"If we beat death then we can speak for changing the world!"</strong><br/><br/>In the front line of raksha were large beasts, an enormous white tiger charged but Evening Glory takes a sudden leap and soared through the air like an eagle towards it! tiger got surprised from a leap and he kicks swiftly one it's teeth of before grappling the tiger (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3f/39/ae/3f39ae6489974b0b2665efe60c5ff732.gif), his arms squeezed tightly and blood flew freely over his body as he squeezed and broke neck fo the tiger in swift motion and lifted and slammed the dead tiger over himself behind him! Adrenaline pounding, he had no time to think for the sudden surge of power on his physical attacks, he only thought and by instinct knew only how to act and fight swiftly and brutal manner.<br/>'<br/>He waged through the beasts and hobgoblins, striking rapidly with his fists and feet with bone-crushing blows, and once crippling or killing his enemy he leaps and moves on across the swarm of enemies...aiming towards the raksha nobles in the back who are in amusement watching the bloody spectacle. Their eyes divert to Evening Glory, who despite spilling blood, has none on him. Leaves the path of carnage behind whenever he goes and despite numerous foes striking him he deftly strikes and parries unarmed the attacks as he moves like a brutal dancer through the crowd.<br/><br/>Then as Evening Glory is making leaping dive towards nobles, one of their warrior champions step forward, Aram of Crimson Sands (https://i.pinimg.com/474x/50/62/da/5062da469d5f482626358f7dc39b108e.jpg), he raises sand from floor and forms into a crimson sand barrier and says; "You shall flail fruitlessly against my sand warrior, until your fists will bleed and break against my sand." Evening Glory replies;<strong>"It's not going be my blood which is going stain your sand!"</strong>Then full anathema emerges, eyes blazing gold and his caste mark goes full blaze of brilliant sun as silently screeching flaming golden phoenix forms behind him and his fists become coated in golden flames as he dives to the sand barrier, unleashing a barrage of thrusts where his hands, clenched in fists, now open up and he thrusts entirely by full power of his fingers, forming into spear thrusting motion!<br/><br/>The thrusts blow past through the sand! Sand not stopping the punch at all! The raksha is caught in shock as the punch pierces the sand barrier and strikes him directly in the chest and he gurgles blood, but Evening Glory continues his thrusting attacks, again, again, and again! Until entirely seven times he had struck the raksha with golden flaming finger thrusts. Raksha's armored plate had been rendered asunder, torn off slowly, and exposed flesh and chest had caved in, on eight final thrusts Evening Glory releases a sharp yell and his arm pierces all through the raksha! Grasping its beating heart in his hand as he shouts;<strong>"For Sol Invictus!"</strong>With crushing grip, burning the heart with divine fire as an offering to the highest and mightiest of incarna.<br/><br/>But even so, as with a wet splurge, he pulls his hand free, radiating harsh noonday sunlight from him, no blood staining his figure. Standing beautifully like an angel but with gleaming golden eyes burning with righteous fury he charges back to the fray! Unleashing continued onslaught on the Raksha and hobgoblins who are awed, terrified, of the golden raging phoenix surging, leaping, and delivering pain and carnage bare-handed! While other nobles scatter, some trying flee, some trying reach others or are engaged by others who are gaining their second breaths in the chaos and carnage of battle.