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Grah. You've got me thinking of something I read in a story...
Found it.
"See, we don't exactly know who the knight is. Hell, we don't even know what the knight is. All we know, is its devotion to the boy. If the job is hard, the kid will have the knight by his side, and you know that **** is gonna hit the fan. It's this big, hulking suit of armor you see, with a big ol' sword to boot. And if you think this is just some poorly pieced together work of magic, well, you're dead wrong. The damned thing moves almost as fast as the kid, and that big sword of his you can't even see if he swings at you."
"They work as a team," Kaiser explained further, "The knight shields the boy from harm. Has a kite shield that deflects spells. We think it may be enchanted. Meanwhile, the boy's blasting from range, taking down targets that the knight can't reach with his sword. Quite a lethal pair. But that's not the best part…"
"Oh no, definitely not," Lance grinned again, "The kid has a face as hard as stone. The knight doesn't have a face. If you glance into that helm he wears, you see two orbs of fire glaring back at you, but nothing else. It's creepy as ****."
"A demon of old," Foxfire repeated, "Come to buy bargain goods from Walmart and steal our souls."