Lancelot

Francis kept more smoke coming out from his body.

It was starting to surround Lancelot, which was something she did not like.

So, she decided that fighting in a more open space would be better.

She grabbed the three individuals and started running from building to building, looking for a more suitable spot to fight.

Francis did not run towards her.

He knew he was going to catch her at some point.

Lancelot left the three individuals next to a bar and kept going until she finally left the city.

Nothing more open than the outside of the city, she thought.

She looked towards the city she had grown up in.

The city where she had worked hard, day after day, to reach the heights of knighthood, and to have it all taken away from her.

The only city left where knights existed.

Where a crown was still a thing.

She felt strangely reminiscent.

As if death was slowly approaching you, and you simply accepted it.