“Dark Knight is coming!” screamed some woman, holding up her dress, running across the bridge in direction to her husband. She was falling and almost reached the ground with her pretty, frightened face, when her husband didn’t let it happen and caught his sweetie Mary. Her glasses little cracked, but despite this she still could see a big black shadow. Tears fell down her face, she hid behind her knight and closed them in hope that soon she will wake up in her bed and all this nonsense is just a nightmare, but this black and injured warrior really existed.
Village fell silent, people were looking outside the windows, hiding behind the corners and looking. “I am Mark Vincalot III going to arrest you, Dark Knight” lad's hand was little shacking, he was biting his upper lip to ease of his fear and stress, that even made him look much more frightened, than he really is. He was straight looking at his opponent while his right hand was trying to take a sword, he told Mary to step away. Now the situation reached its peak discomfort, Mark III frowned and putted sword to his opponent’s throat. “That’s my last warning” confidently told the nobleman, Dark Knight little giggled coughing with blood, after which grabbed the blade in front of his neck and just broke it easily, like a toy “I don’t want to fight with you”. The shock of Mark III was indescribable. He fell on the ground looking at his expensive sword divided into two pieces without any effort. He was just sitting and calmly starring with widely opened mouth. This young man was absolutely humiliated and as I guess will never fight with anyone again.
Wind started slowly blowing and clouds became grey indicating rainstorm. Narrow streets full of crowds that wanted to have a look at stranger going across the streets, started getting filled with puddles and wet soil. Nobody surely knew why exactly, but mostly Dark Knight was known for his strength and insane cruelty. Maybe these were just a bad rumor, but none of villagers cared. Peoples around were looking at this monster clothed in black armor looking at the ground with some sort of special sorrow. His hands were like staggering of the air despite their size and strength.
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He had a very specific helm, that looked like a wolf’s head, but that wasn’t his only feature. His black cloak looked very bad condition. Blood was leaking from inside his armor, whilst he was painfully limping, but despite this he still was going somewhere. He felt a very strong pain, pain that’s sometimes you don’t feel of its awfulness. This pain was telling Dark Knight, evil with no mercy, to fall on the ground like a rotten corpse and was waking, giving him power to stand till his last breath at the same time. It was stunning to just imagine the power of a man, that with deadly injuries could easily crush a sword. This astonishing fact was shocking and scaring at the same time.
People around were waiting, waiting for this solemn moment, moment when their “Evil!” will give up and let his exhausted body to fall right in closest puddle. They started laughing and throwing rocks at him, leaving no chance to stand. Their smiles, smiles of real cruelty were looking at him, looking at the moment when this lad was falling. He was lying on his back, while small drops of rain were gentle tapping his armor, puddle he lied turned red and people with their long - awaited happiness started constantly kicking him.
When aggressive crowds went away only one person left. This was a very kind woman with a cheap clothes and tears on her face. She decided to help him because she was the only person that saw in scary evil a normal human named Deacon