"Move aside!"
Valia approached the five Holy Knights.
"Holy Knights never back down!"
Olus and Quintus glared determinedly at the rotten wooden shield and the amber-like, crystalline big sword.
The two of them also drew their Golden Swords with a clashing sound.
Their entire armor and the precious swords were made of Fine Gold, mixed with various rare metals, weighing over three to four hundred pounds.
"Our duty is to guard the Holy Temple!"
The current Holy Knight was the last to draw his sword.
The five knights clutched their Golden Swords in unison, spreading out to take positions, readying themselves in battle stances.
Their builds were different, and so were their stances.
Olus was burly,
Quintus sharp like a dagger,
Marcus lean as iron,
Danny well-proportioned,
Mande young and handsome.
Valia held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other.
The battle erupted in an instant.
