It was the knighting ceremony. Extraordinary services turned ordinary statuses into noble-made ones. All it took was the king's loving hands and gracious words to bestow. But Rohkan had something to say first, in-front of his thirty men and one angel.

?What did you say??? The King asked with a very awake expression.

All of the king's guards drew their swords, and in response Rohkan's men all drew their swords.

Rohkan grinned. He had not stopped grinning since he had come into the city.

?Your words are unfit to lead these people, and that chair is too big for you, and before noontide I will make it mine.? Rohkan thumbed to his black leather tunic.

?I will give you this one opportunity... so that you nor your men have to lose their lives today. Lower your swords.? The King ordered with a sure face, but this had been unnerving to happen before him and so closely.

?I do not use a sword.? was Rohkan's simple and quick answer. He flexed and unflexed a dark-skinned fist. He was a knight commander of mismatched armor pieces, such as wearing only one silver kneeguard and shoulderpad with his black leather scheme.

?Men!? The King pointed out his finger at the treasoners.

Their harmonious movements were like that of enclosing mirrors surrounding the thirty men, but the unflinching minority did not back down even an inch of pressure, and to Rohkan they were even unnoticed. He did not see things that, to him, were small. The only thing in his sights was making an empty throne.

The predator's eyes refused to blink, and his muscles waited for the derby gates to fly open.

There was a statement of combat that Rohkan's men replied to, and when the king's guard uttered it, they just as sure answered.

?Now, Jen!!? Rohkan blasted forward, fully relying on his celestial second in command.

The white-lit angel only required her commander's word to enact what she had planned. She always required her commander's word. She fully expanded her wingspan to discharge a violent gust of wind that lunged over the heads of her own men like hoplites in combat and took all the advantage away from their enemy, and gave all the advantage to them.

What this blast back had succeeded in doing for Rohkan was opening a clearing in the protection of the king, and his aspect had come into him and pumped into his muscles and his eyes and into his ravenous hands.

He was upon the king sooner than the battle itself had broken out, and seized the king's shocked and parted jaws in his vein-risen hands. And though soldiers were in combat for their lives with one another, they still took their attention away to look at this. In the game of chess, the battle stopped when the king was checked.

?Do you see what I mean..? Your words are not strong enough to stop me.? Rohkan whispered into the king's open mouth, subduing his eyes to rolling over on their back in submission with his very stare before pulling his jaws apart until they bled and snapped.

His lifeless and well-dressed body fell to the red carpet, but Rohkan did not let the crown.

Everyone had stopped breathing, and Rohkan held it up to them.

?This speaks the loudest, does it not?!?

His seizure of Chorrusaegrem was nearly complete, but all he would come to believe in destiny, and that it followed him, was about to change.

The sunlight that pierced through the Victorian glass of the throne rome devoured all it touched in a much eerier way than nightfall's own ?eating habits.?

The eyes of Jen watched this encroach upon them with a stupefied look in them, very similar to Rohkan's own. It reached a point where he had to shield his eyes with his bloodsoaked hand still petrified in a claw-like and slash-ready erection.

?Jen.? He said like he had a hundred and a thousand times over on the battlefield. Making sure she was at his ready. He would never get caught. He would never get beaten. He would always have a plan. He had not yet gone far enough in this life.

But some things you simply had little say in.