The Red Knight complains the entire trip, about the vehicle, about the desert, about his companions, about the rust covering his armor. Basically he spends the entire trip whining.
But he stops when they get closer to the gate. The magical force in this area was stronger, but not only that, the feel of it was familiar. From some time in his forgotten past the Red Knight had felt power like this before. And it awoke unpleasant memories in him.
~Fire. The sight and sound of the fire dominated his mind. It was greater than the clash of battle and the cries of the wounded. The unquenchable, all-consuming, terrible fire. The fire that burned within him.
The Red Knight marched with his brothers. An army of steel titans that mowed down anything in their path. They fought against creatures, bo human and magical, that charged against them recklessly. The Titans slayed many but the numbers of their enemies seemed limitless. Only one titan fell for every hundred enemies but even that was enough to weaken them. But the Red Knight did not fall. He continued forward with his fire and his fists, crushing through any that got in his way. He took many blows but even the strongest were not enough to stop him from fighting.
On a nearby hill a group of sorcerors were chanting. They wore robes of crimson and black and the words they spoke were painful to hear. They were guarded by creatures not of this world that covered the hill. And they were summoning something terrible.
Suddenly the chanting stopped. Twelve knights clad in silver and an old man with brown robes had broken through the wall of demons. Quickly they slayed the Sorcerors and with the end of the chanting the evil presence disappeared. All across the battlefield opponents disengaged and began moving back to their camps. They all knew that with the death of the sorcerors the battle had ended.
But there would be more.~
The Red Knight is broken out of his revelry by Christopher.
"Did you even here a word I said. Hurry up and get ready. It looks like we're going to have to fight."
Christopher grabs his shotgun out of the bag in the back seat while the Red Knight actually looks to see where they are.
OOC:
Red Knight spot check 7+9=16
Christopher spot check, Luck to check 11+2+3=16
Christopher is now equipped with the shotgun (Normal Rounds) and has it readied.
The text in red is part of the Red Knight's history. I'm going to try making it up via these flashbacks during the story. Hopefully it's not too boring to read.