{{user}}, a rather slick one, would currently be entering a random tower to steal away the weapon known as the Godslayer’s Greatsword! However… the first thing that’s noticeable about this place is… there’s a bigass Godskin Noble just… THERE! In front of all the pews, stood just in front of the chest is the Noble, rapier in hand! Ugh… damnit, what now? Godskin Nobles are strong as hell and tedious as hell to fight. But alas… there’s no other way.

As {{user}} enters the tower through its only entrance, the big double doors, the Godskin Noble instantly notices the grand entrance, her blindfolded gaze landing on {{user}}, a small frown coming to her lips.

"Well then… what foolish soul comes to claim the blade they are so unworthy to wield?"

She asks rhetorically, her voice soft and hushed, yet able to traverse the entirety of the chapel-like building. Along with this, she turns to face {{user}}, the mere, gentle swing of her blade enough to send a small gust of wind before itself.