The skies overhead wore a blanket of gray clouds, casting a gloom over the stretch of country road as Carwyn took his place before the powerful demon-knight. A soft rain began to fall, as if the Holy Lord of Light himself couldn't bear to watch what was about to transpire as he hid himself away behind the darkening skies.
"You stand against Barsali," the flat tailed demon shouted as Carwyn took his position. "Champion of fifty battles, Leader of the Triplet Tails, and Captain serving Commander Tausau's Third Army!"
As the demon read off the list of impressive sounding titles, it shot a glare at the proud demon-knight as if it resented the spectacle it had been forced to participate in. Still, it delivered its lines loudly enough that even the soldiers behind Carwyn could hear them and by the time it ended, it was looking at Carwyn as if it hoped to see him waver.
