Ser Apocaleone Armageddon had been a recent addition to the rank of knightood appointed by the king himself. He had been a wandering mercenery for years and had the skills in sword that even gods envied or so he'd like to say. People were always sceptical about the choice his highness made in knighting him, knowing how arrogant Apocaleone could be.<br/><br/>"A knight is meant to always speak truth! And what is more of a truth than the greatness of my prowess in battle." he had replied to them. The King had noticed him in his younger years aiding in battles for the kingdom, and so impressed was he that he wanted Apocaleone all to himself. Though the king wouldn't dare confess the full extent of impression he left on the royal mind knowing full well how compliments went through that big head of his.<br/><br/>He arrived on the nick of time to see the distressed damsel being saved by Ser Arthur. He knew where he would be needed as he moved forward to intercept the rogue Black Knight.<br/><br/>The Knight stopped abruptly in surprise whe Apocaleone intercepted his escape and then threw something on the ground before him, summoning thick unbreathable smoke that blinded Apocaleone and paved a way for the rogue Knight's escape.<br/><br/>"Damn! This famous face makes many a descent Knights fall back into cheap tactics like a cornered rat." he said half to himself as he looked around to see that the Knight had already escaped.<br/><br/>His Claymore was unsheathed in lieu of expected battle and it was a testament to his strength that he was weilding the large sword single handedly.