Mel POV
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One magic circle from Mel's front materialised an Owl Knight from mid-air.
The owl's familiar blue dress fluttered in the cold breeze, her armour sparkled in a silvery white as she faced down the Liquid Knight from afar.
Mel must confess: even she failed to recognise what Knight that Undead Summon was, her knees folding on Ka-broom with a conflicted expression.
She couldn't have if this were Nyrel's exclusive summon, as she died the earliest in the Original Game Timeline, defending her Master against the Witches' assaults.
"Don't let your guard down."
The Owl Knight's broad shoulder tensed, her beastly eyes locked ahead, grip steady on shield and sword.
Then she leapt, her giant frame towering over the Knight as she arched her sword upward.
Slash.
Downward slash met liquid sword; the silvery gel eerily rubbed against the steel momentarily.
Before the sword plummeted down.
