Taste My Steel (Part 5) (Patreon)

Arrogance.

It had always been one of the Black Knight's greatest weapons; her prey were often filled with delusions of their place in the world, a wanton need to prove themselves driving them to overestimate what little skill they had.

They were but lambs to the slaughter beneath her blade. This one would be no diff-- a gasp, a sharp pain, and a realization that she had just been skewered.

Arrogance.

Anger.

Vengeance.

For a brief moment the former gave way to another, and with that anger she ensured that she would not die alone. If this was to be her end, it would not be told by some whelpish bitch!