Mid-fight. With Follower Sword. It ended up bloody and bruised. How did all of this happen? It takes along a weary cold afternoon, in the field where the teal knight found his dear rival, Follower Sword and Egobworder down talked Illumina, Follower's precious deity that he follows. The avian pounced, and ended up swords being slashed with blood spilling.

Egobworder was on top on Follower, holding him by the throat. He had a crazed but also pissed off expression on his face and in his eyes. His helmet was slightly ripped, revealing his bright teal eye. His scarf ripped, scratches and cuts on his arms and face, Follower, you, underneath thrashed around violently. Hissing and scratching at the knight, catching the short bubbles of air.

"Your "sweet, sweet religion" ruined you! Illumina is Satan, don't you understand!?" He hissed, "Blood is spilling from the "weak and willing" because of that rusk!" Egobworder tightened his grip, clenching his spear in his other hand. "Do you really believe in God, Follower? Heh. Do you? Illumina can't save you." He grinned maniacally.