Tempest walked out of the house. Just like Mountain's great shield could reflect, his greatsword had an effect called Pull & Push. As simple as it sounded, it allowed Tempest to control his foe in battle.
With such a weapon effect, the pace of every battle was controlled by the Chief Knight, making him a formidable combatant.
The drizzle bounced off his pauldrons while behind him, his wings stretched back, so long that the end was still within the house.
He hadn't unfurled them, or he would be in the air instead.
Gideon squinted at the tendrils of pure golden lightning. They did look like wings, lined side by side like that.
"Lycan. Deal with the summon, I'll handle the summoner." The moment Gideon said that, bone spikes grew out of the werewolf's forearms and back.
