Mordred, the Knight Of Rebellion

But her tactics were a different matter... The Black Knight might have been tainted, but her skills as a master swordswoman remain unprecedented. But that doesn't mean the Black Knight was disadvantaging me. The fun begins early for those who patiently wait!

After that thought and adrenaline rushed into me, I instantly anchored myself back onto the ground to go full power on the Black Knight. As we both crashed for the last time, the shockwave created was powerful enough to destroy the walls around us and even dent the ground.

"I must admit... I must've underestimated you to be a small delicate butterfly when you started running away from me. I do apologize for having such thoughts. You are quite the saber for your appearance. Are you part of the Arks?" asked the Black Knight as I glimpsed into her eyes.

"Do you have a problem with that?" I asked, pushing against the clash.

"No, not at all. My boss told me to look out for the Arks' members. He wants us to grab your heads so we can get a higher pay this month. And lucky me, my appetite is blowing a hole in my pockets. No hard feelings, though. You are a good swordsperson. I'd recruit you if given a chance."

"Well, I hate to be the harbinger of bad news, but getting my head won't be that easy even if you were once a proud Knight of the Round Table. It wasn't easy to decern which Knight you were, but I've got a good hunch now. Those rapid attacks with hidden anger and berserk-like intentions..."

"You are no doubt the Treacherous Knight of Rebellion... Mordred! Since you aren't the King, you make the blade weaker than its original state. I won't have an issue against the Knight who was never crowned King!" I proclaimed, hoping to spark anger in my opponent.

With that final burst of energy, I quickly turned the battle in my favor by unleashing an onslaught of attacks that pushed the Knight backward and towards the group. I knew it was a gamble, but I needed to correct my course again so I wouldn't get lost.

Sparks flew as we continued fighting, and time was running out as I heard the water coming back to flush us out again. Tch, what a pain. Can't this Storm Beast let me have my fun against such an exciting opponent?! The Black Knight swiped at my legs, but I did a backflip.

This move made my heel kick up and the Black Knight's chin, forcing her backward. Unluckily, my sword had vanished since I needed both hands to do this trick. As I landed on my palms, I did a handstand and pushed down so I would be airborne again.

This time, I somersaulted in the air and landed a powerful kick on the Black Knight's helmet. The impact was significant enough to stun my enemy and cause a small crater beneath her feet. But that moment didn't last long as the Black Knight grabbed my leg and threw me to the wall.

But I wasn't one to go into physical combat without a follow-up maneuver. I contorted my body so that my feet would touch the wall instead of my head and launched myself back into the ring. The Black Knight was ready for the next attack as she pointed her blade toward me.

But I had different plans for the Fallen Knight as I bypassed her blade and grabbed her by the neck, plunging her into the wall. The blocks crumbled as the Knight struggled to get out of my iron grasp. I heard the Knight swear under her breath before Vania warned me.

"You've got some nerve to put me into the wall, little girl. Don't mess with the Knights of the Round Table!" roared the Black Knight.

"I thought you hated to be called the Knights of the Round Table? And should you even call yourself as such, judging by the fact you ruined the perfect kingdom of Camelot? So you do realize you are known to be the Knight of Rebellion?" I taunted, still clenching onto the enemy's neck.

"The Bastard Son of the Promised King of Knights, Arthur Pendragon. The Treacherous Knight lost and won the Battle Of Camlann. The destroyer of the prestigious Knights of the Round Table... Child of a witch. Hell, you are even famous for stealing that sword you are holding now!"

"I could go with more names to piss you off, but it doesn't change that you are nothing but a whiny brat who wanted to throne all to yourself!" I shouted, pushing Mordred's neck further into the wall while digging my nails into her neck.

I heard something snap within the Black Knight. It was probably her patience with me.