“Dying is not something that I am able to do.” Lord Beckenham had told her to live and to fight, and nothing short of a full system failure would stop her from fulfilling that last order. One life-loving mummy was nothing compared to biding her time for 5000 years and starting a war against a more technologically advanced enemy on their own ground.
There was a barely perceptible deadening of expression in her eyes and an added coldness to her voice. “I will choose death for others if they choose death for my own. And I will not hesitate to stop you if your actions will endanger our teammates in any way.” Zefiris looked away and blinked, relegating such thoughts and memories to the back of her mind for a later private review.
She turned to look at Kain. “D-Knight is short for ‘Dragon Knight’. What I am is a weapon of the Dragoon class, essentially equivalent to a sword; a D-Knight is the swordsman that wields us.” The analogy of a fighter pilot and his plane would be more apt, but she doubted Kain knew of such things. “Just as a sword is at its most lethal in the hands of a swordsman, my abilities are hampered without a D-Knight to unlock my most powerful skills.”
Zefiris looked back at Dorian curiously. ‘Other forms’? She wondered what other secrets he hid beneath his bandages.