Chevaliere

He is but a fool. It is feasible....one could have use for him, should they be able to tolerate the things his presence entails.

Expecting a schism...

:-O

When the next time to pick horsemen comes around I want Death!

I'm feeling like I also wanna connect Olivier to Avalon. And also kinda like cutting someone up.

But things and stuff and things....?

@graviteen: I do a lot of reading about a lot of different things. But even in the absence of learning, you interest me and I'm going to do my best to write with you, sometime.

Hehee, offered two or three different languages...

Actually now I wish I had the idea back then; it would've been great.

Ah, well....I'll still keep my mind out.

Semi-depressing Headcanon: Olivier is one of Amaranth's best friends, and vice versa. They've had encounters throughout time and history, sometimes as allies, other times as enemies; but just the same, they always harbor a mutual respect, and even as enemies they can be civil. But each time she's brought back, she doesn't remember him from any of their previous encounters, and so he has to reteach her their history and friendship and update her on the world.

There's a part of me that wants to do some exploring of Olivier so I can come up with a bunch of funny knight names, like Sir Vissman, or Sir Tinty, or Sir Chandistroy...

It's not easy to be me. v_v

That may be my second favorite gif of her.

Her sword stroke narrowly avoided negating the chance of connecting an immediate critical strike, Olivier allowed her foe to put a measure of distance between them and gain her bearings on the situation. Had she been pressed to end it immediately, there would have been consistent pressure at a high pace, as per her naturally aggressive style for singular combat, but in fact, Olivier was not pressed. Not in her mind. In hindsight, she considered it a good thing she had been made to miss. What joy could there otherwise be than the thrilling confrontation? Her prideful nature also considered the benefit of the fact that her adversary might then know whom it was she faced.

However, many in the modern world were much less knowledgeable on history. She would introduce herself just in case-

-following her disposal of the mistress' attempted sneak attack. Olivier met the energy head-on; a common tactic with many weaker or simply incompatible foes. A certain mental weakness that resided even in many self-proclaimed warriors that almost guaranteed witnessing a lack of effect chipped efficiently at resolve, which was shattered completely, almost immediately afterwards. Her body in its direct path, the energy projectile collided, as expected, with her breastplate—with enough force to hurl her back off her feet, out of the alley and into the street. And though her protective aura in passive activation had mitigated the effects, there was yet enough power and magical potential behind it to sustain some degree of notable damage.

Olivier sat up and glared, bewildered, for a moment, at the development. For the casual ease with which the projectile was cast, its effect was...moderately interesting, the empress thought to herself, standing with a renewed confident smirk.

"I am Olivier Ava Huntingrath, daughter of the great Hruodland, Chief Paladin of the Twelve Peers and head of King Charlemagne's army," she stated her introduction in her customary, almost ritualistic way, added defiant energy as if to counter Lilith's prior insulting statements. "Your rhetoric falls upon deaf ears, sorceress. For the crimes ye have committed and lives taken, this is likewise thine own swansong.

Brushing off the previous setback as if it hadn't happened, she dared her foe onward, once more.