She was gaining strength. That was obvious with the way in which she impaled one of the monsters and using both hands, raised the body inserted on the claymore and threw it against another, sending both mutated beings into the distance, finally plowing into the chasm behind the warriors. He was sure that if the sun - or whatever existed in this world that looked like a sun - hit the armor of Sunset Shimmer, the light would bounce, making the beautiful armor shine like a beacon, or maybe a mini sun. With her name and past symbol of the girl it would be quite poetic.
Stopping one claw with her sword, Sunset this time wasn’t pushed back or knocked into the ground. Instead, she was able to push back and make the creature lose balance, enough so she could raise her claymore and plunge it into the sphere that once was a human head, making the creature shudder once before it stopped moving, hopefully forever.
She had become quite ruthless. Although, maybe she had always been ruthless, or maybe since coming to this world, she had been able to heal from her mental and physical punishment by returning it to others? Nah, that was way too dumb. Maybe she just got used to fighting. Still, with the way in which she just went to town on the enemy, it was clear that Sunset didn’t have any moral qualm in stopping monsters like those and in a way she was right to do, because if she didn’t, she could become one more monster that roamed the place.
As she moved her sword around, making arcs that would’ve caught unaware less talented soldiers, Sunset became reckless in the battle. She had never used a sword, that much was certain watching her use the sword as if it were a club, simply trying to break her enemies in a swift move, but she wasn’t a soldier. She wasn’t trained in the art of fighting and in time, that lack of skill will be the end of her. No wonder Madeleine was there, but that was probably because the woman in White armor liked to mess around.
Madeleine was quite the mystery and it was reflected in her art. Long gone was the flashiness and ego, alongside the over the top movements and arrogance. Now, instead of that woman, the warrior that took the lance and drove it into her enemy had become one of elegance, but without wasting one move, ready to finish the fight in the least amount of movements needed, either to avoid wasting her energy or because she never truly used all her power in battle.
Whatever the case, while the woman used her shield as the perfect parry accessory, her spear never was idle, striking back her opponents or with a well-placed lunge destroying those foolish enough to attack the powerful woman.
Among them, probably the one that was the most mysterious of the figures was none other than Solaire of Astora, an undead that beyond the armor, there was nothing that should be incredible. But yet, here he was, making a pilgrimage that many would think was a curse or foolish endeavor, but unlike the hundreds of other undead that had lost everything, Solaire remained jovial, friendly and above everything else, full of faith.
In a place that constantly fed on creatures of faith, Solaire was not only alive, if that adjective could be attached to creatures like those with the dark mark, but he was thriving, walking full of light in a place that little by little was being engulfed in the worst of darkness.
That the serpents haven’t got their hands on him at this point was a weird thing, considering how much they valued their plans for power and sorcery. Solaire was untainted and THAT was a very peculiar trait in the land of Lordran.
Among the sands of time and countless eons, in a land that would be destroyed by time and shadows, over and over again, the fact that one creature could walk among the shadows and come clean and even brighter at the end was inspiring and so, SO, nauseatingly good. It made his teeth hurt due to how good it sounded. But the brave knight could fight, that was for sure, and he had no desire to go one on one with the man right now.
Then, there was the last guest of the forest this… night? It was hard to keep track of time in this world, what with the unmoving sun in the sky and the darkness of the underground forest. She was good with her style of fighting, agile, moving all the time with a glee for combat that hasn’t been cleansed since the days of her youth and deadly with a set of knives.
She was strong too, more than her slender build would make you think, but that was to be expected when it wasn’t just the body, but the soul that which truly let you shine and with so many opportunities in the land of Lordran to make your own soul as big as a sun, well, anyone could become quite the monster.
The Red warrior seemed to enjoy the moment, but for a second, she let her own anger dictate her movements because she basically sliced a humanity-filled monster in half. She quickly glanced at her sides to see if the others had seen her actions, but it was in the middle of a big battle, probably the biggest Sunset had ever had in Lordran, so everyone was a little busy right now.
He continued spying at the group of people fighting for their lives and to gain access to the big forest and the secrets hidden inside, like butterflies and fungi, like ghosts of witches and wolves, of warriors long gone and… well, it would be a surprise for Sunset Shimmer.
With a big grin, the man currently enjoying the battle simply stood up and with silent steps he proceeded deeper into the forest. After all, they had everything under control right now. Sunset will be pointed in the right direction so he didn’t have to break his promise of not engaging Sunset in battle, not yet at least. What would happen later would test her anyway and he couldn’t wait for the moment Sunset would see right into the void. Will she react like Artorias or will she make her own road? He hoped for the second. After all, what’s the point of defeating a warrior that had neither soul nor mind?