Gallahad Ironhart charged through the palace gates, the clash of steel echoing behind him as his knights followed close at his back. The palace guards rushed to intercept, swords drawn, shouting commands—but Gallahad didn't falter. His blade moved with precision, knocking aside weapons and sending armored men crashing to the stone floor.
"You will not stop me!" he shouted, his voice booming across the courtyard. "Not after you've seen how your king has treated this kingdom! Stand aside!"
Some of the palace guards faltered, uncertainty flashing in their eyes. Others, still loyal to the crown, stepped forward with swords raised, determined to protect their king. But none of them could stop Gallahad Ironhart. His momentum is a force of nature, his presence alone enough to shake their resolve.