Duty, honor, queens, kings, kingdoms, and countries all of these words felt meaningless to Lanslet as he stared up at the sky, as dragons approached. Once a proud son of the noble house Almeric, now just a wayward son who found a home as a guard. Fear and doubt wormed their way deep into his young and fragile heart. His body shook with unknown terror a feeling he hadn't felt since the night he ran. He desperately hated this feeling. "Why..." he whispers to himself. A quick glance around the brought the fact that many were looking at him to his attention. As a captain, he should not show such weakness.

For a brief moment, his eyes meet with Kota's and time seemed to stop as all of his fear seemed to fall away. All the tension in his heart and mind quickly fell away in that brief instant. A grin tugged at the edge of his face as a hearty laugh escaped him. "Dragons, they brought dragons to fight us. A terrifying sight indeed." he looked to men and drew his sword, raising it high in the air. "But we are the unstoppable Royal Guard of Puplexia, it will take a lot more than a couple of dragons to shake our will." Taking a step forward into the center of his men, he continued his rally. "Leading us we have her divine majesty Queen Violet and alongside her the ever indomitable Knight Commander Kota, a fiercer warrior I have yet to meet. And of course, you have me Lanslet Almeric, a swordsman who has yet to meet his equal with a blade, user of the ancient Almeric style, second son of the Noble house Almeric and grandson to the great hero Garon Almeric." This was the first time he had ever announce his family name in public like this, normally he opted to refuse his last name in an attempt to keep it secret from those around him, but here and now was no time to run from his past. "Of course they would bring dragons to do battle with use otherwise it wouldn't be fair." The men cheered loudly at his trumpet declaration.

Lanslet stood among his men with a smile upon his face. He irradiated confidence that seemed rather infectious to the men. In a matter of moments, he felt like a new man, refusing to let thoughts of worry poison his mind and spirit. Gracefully he turned to look up at Kota and bowed before returning to looking towards the sky.

The young knight took a deep breath before he began to sing aloud.

"The creak of an iron hinge
A cold dark shape within
Held in a sheath so plain
A long slender blade

It has its own free will
And it uses me to kill
Steel wrapped in skin
Let the struggle begin
New moon, bind my soul
White hot, the steel was etched with fire
Spirit blade, made my own
I call you Need out of my desire "