Scarletfire watched the two armies clash against each other.
'How times change,' she mused, watching two of the closest allied nations thirsting for each other's blood.
The Alliance of Southern Duchies and the Federation of Riders, two mighty nations united by their belief of having unity in diversity, couldn't stand each other anymore.
The Riders were faster and more brutal whereas the Duchies were more composed, disciplined, and well-armed.
"Is that the Red Knight?" One of the men beside her asked. Many looked in the direction of his finger. She did too.
Indeed. She recognized the fiery armor and helmet as a ten meters tall Transformed Knight laid waste to hundreds of men.
The Warlords whistled. They liked people with barbaric strength. She did too. She didn't like the Red Knight, though.
"Don't get your panties wet," she growled at her men. "He has modified his body too much. It's more muscle than skill. Any of you morons could defeat him."
