The woman looked to her husband with concern but he had no such thing on his own face.

He waved his hand at her and told her "I'm sure it's nothing." He opened the door and closed it behind before talking to his men in the corridor.

He had a stern look on his face when he turned to them and asked "So why have all of you come so near to my quarters this late at night." It was a group of six men wearing armour and the one standing at the front kneeled down and addressed him.

"Well you see my lord, we weren't sure how to handl-"

The owner of the property put his hand on the kneeling man's shoulder and crouched down to his subordinate's level.

"I don't have all night so get on with it already."

The other looked nervous and the man he was speaking to nervously obliged.

"Well," the man made sure to lower his voice and started to whisper, "it appears the palace has sent someone here."

The lord stood and began stroking his beard after hearing this.

"Are you positive?" He calmly asked.

"Yes, sir, they even had a sealed letter that had the crest of the royal family."

"Tch, what's this about?"

It didn't take an expert who dealt with the high class to feel that something was off. It was almost bizarre to have someone on behalf of the royal family come at these times, much less without even sending a letter to notify him about it. Nevertheless, he followed his men to the entrance where his guest was waiting.

There he encountered quite the sight. They were wearing spotless white armour but that wasn't the noteworthy part. The armour (and presumably the person inside) was massive.

They would have to duck down if they wanted to enter through the front door.

The armour also seemed to have a space in the chest area, so was this armoured behemoth a woman?

She also appeared to have a massive sword on her back that had no hilt. Stranger than that was the fact that the helmet hiding their face had two giant horns on it. The noble could now see why his men seemed so nervous when they appeared before him.

He cleared his throat and greeted her.

"Good night, I couldn't help but notice you have-" he was cut by a muffled and monotone voice.

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"Are you Elijah Prescott?"

The man felt a vein in his forehead bulge but decided not to escalate the situation. While gritting his teeth he responded "Yes, I am, though I wonde-"

He was cut off by the giant woman but not through her voice. She attempted to grab him but he barely managed to back away.

"What the hell are you doing?" The noble shouted before his men stood between him and the white knight. I would say the white knight looked to them without a change in expression but her helmet and the armour as a whole hid any emotion away from the rest of the world but herself.

"The order I have been given is simple. You are to be executed. Those of you present who wish to leave will be spared as long" Before she could finish she was hit by a large piece of ice. If the ice hadn't shattered, however, no one there would been able to believe it was ice instead of styrofoam as she had no reaction to it.

She looked down and brushed off the chips of ice on her but another one of the guards charged at her in an attempt to push her outside. It did nothing. He would have had a better chance of pushing a brick than her. She looked at him trying to push her and tilted her head. She began talking again. "As I was trying to say earl-" Soon after a barrage of different types of magic was sent her way.

"Did we get her?" One man openly stated.

There was thick dust covering the entranceway that restricted their vision. After a few seconds, the dust faded and she was standing there looking almost untouched. Leaning against her was the mangled corpse of the man who charged her.

She pulled the sword off her back and muttered under her breath "I see." When she took her first step the man's corpse fell to the ground. The other men present looked on in shock.

Ezekiel's father then opened his hands and pointed them towards the white pillar of a woman who was approaching them. Soon she heard creaking sounds under her feet and stopped. He began slowly moving her foot up and down.

"Get her already! While she's still slowed down!" Elijah shouted to his subordinates.

The men seemed to have forgotten they were in battle as the words they heard took a few moments to click in their heads.

They soon began running at her as they realised this may have been their only chance of victory.

("So that's our lord's gravity magic!") one thought to themselves.

("With this, we actually might win without any more casualties.")

Their impromptu plan was simple. They'd use the opportunity given by Elijah to attack in between the chinks in her. If she broke free, at the minimum she would still be injured.

Soon one had gotten close enough to stab his sword. Before the sword could reach, the guard soon noticed something.

He had been sent back behind his comrades. No that wasn't accurate, he noticed he was in the air as well.

Did she get him with some unseen magic? Then he saw it and realised what had happened. His body was still standing in front of her but it was missing something crucial.

His head.

The head soon landed at Elijah's feet and he bit on his lip in an attempt to stop himself from screaming. To everyone else what had happened was obvious.

She swung her sword. The worrying thing about it though was the fact her movement didn't seem to slow down in the slightest.

Another one, angered by his comrade's death, aimed for an eye hole in the armour. She didn't even bother using her sword this time and simply slapped him across the face.

He hit a wall and limply fell to the ground. Those observing knew he was slapped but his face told a different story. It looked as though it had been hit by a sledgehammer.

Half his face was unrecognizable. Each footstep she made left a crater on the wooden floor so it was obvious she was being affected by the magic. Yet she seemed totally unimpeded. It was no more effective on her than using a feather to weigh her down.