Edgar, the Darkslayer, strolled casually up to the gate, oblivious to the spectacle of Luminita's approach. The knives stowed in his long, forest green coat tinkled softly as he walked straight through her procession, stopping to stand before the two knights, his icy blue eyes brimming with arrogance. He'd heard their earlier declaration. It was familiar; sweet, sweet music to his ears. "They call me Edgar," he said casually, "and I'm going down to leave a trail of monster corpses in my wake. Satisfied?"<br/><br/>Without waiting for an answer, the demon quarter-breed strolled right past the two guards, his hand going past the straight white curtain of his hair to rest on the hilt of his well-made sword, leathers appearing darker and darker as he journeyed into the blackness.