The air turned sharp—unnaturally cold. Frost crackled in the dirt. The wind died. The world seemed to hold its breath.
He exhaled once, slowly.
He raised his sword into a high guard—Posta di Fenestra—his breath slow, steady.
Come.
The woman spun on her heels. Her great sword flared with pale light, casting bluish arcs through the air. Frost bloomed in every direction as a razor wind burst outward from her form.
But before she could strike—he moved.
***
A blur.
She barely saw it.
One heartbeat he was ten paces away—
—the next, he was inside her guard.
When—?!
Her eyes widened. The knight's sword was no longer in his hands.
It was sheathed.
He gripped it by the scabbard and hilt—
And struck.
The pommel whipped toward her ribs, fast and brutal. She tried to react, instincts screaming—dropped her claymore mid-swing, arms snapping forward to shield her core.
But the strike changed.
Like a serpent shifting in mid-lunge, the knight twisted his body—and the blow snapped low.
Pain bloomed.
A sharp, searing sting exploded behind her knee. Her leg collapsed. she dropped to her knees.
No…
Before she could recover, the knight spun again—smooth, effortless—and unsheathed his blade in a silver arc that stopped just shy of her throat.
Cold steel kissed her skin.
She froze.
The wind died.
He stood over her, calm, unmoving.
It was over.
"Identify yourself and your affiliations," the armored figure demanded. His voice was calm—but cold, formal. The blade still hovered at her throat.
Eula exhaled, slow and measured. Her chest rose and fell with fatigue, but her gaze never broke.
He disarmed me… with a sheathed sword.
She glanced at the crater's edge—two Knights of Favonius, treating the man she'd neutralized earlier, had drawn halfway. Their hands hovered over their hilts, faces tight with alarm.
Eula lifted one hand slowly, palm out—commanding the other knights to stand down. They hesitated, exchanged glances, then eased back into guarded stances.
The armored knight said nothing, but his sword lowered—barely. A concession.
She straightened her back despite the ache in her leg. Her voice, when it came, was proud and even.
"I am Eula Lawrence. Knight of Favonius. Captain of the Reconnaissance Company."
***
"This isn't good…" the knight thought grimly, though the expression was hidden beneath his helmet.
Captain of a reconnaissance unit… dressed like that?.
But that wasn't the real problem.
He scanned the horizon.
The gray mist that perpetually hung over Kaladale's battlefields—gone. The air was too clean. The sun was too warm. The terrain unfamiliar.
This isn't Kaladale.
He looked up at the sky, then back to the cratered earth beneath his boots.
How did I get here? What happened in that battle?
The thoughts struck all at once—flashes of blood, screaming, splitting earth—
His chest tightened.
He staggered a step back and planted his sword into the ground, steadying himself as a few ragged breaths escaped.
No. Not now.
He forced calm into his limbs.
Focus on the present. I don't know where I am—but these people speak the same tongue, and they don't seem hostile. For now… diplomacy is survival.
He looked at the woman again—this Eula—and extended a hand.
She hesitated for a moment, then accepted the gesture. Her grip was light. Her legs wobbled slightly as she stood.
She's even weaker than I thought, he mused, watching her posture. If someone like her qualifies as a knight her wouldn't make it as a cleaner for the lunar knights…
He cut the thought short. Not important.
"Hmph. You win this time," Eula said, brushing dust from her knee's. "But I will have my vengeance."
A low chuckle rumbled in the back of his throat. She couldn't see his face, but the amusement was clear in his voice.
"Vengeance, huh? I fight for that too."
Her brow arched slightly. "Does your vengeance include falling from the sky and incapacitating my prisoner?"
He glanced toward the bound man on the ground, flanked by two wary knights.
"He's not one of yours?"
"Not anymore," she said curtly. "He was caught colluding with local bandits. A disgrace to the Knights of Favonius."
Good. He relaxed, just slightly. At least I didn't accidentally pick a side.
Still… he couldn't afford to let his guard down. Foreign land. Foreign order. He'd act as though every move he made represented Kaladale itself.
Eula studied him for a moment. "The way you fight… it's not like anything I've seen. Who are you? Where are you from?"
He met her gaze.
"I am a Knight of Kaladale. Honor Guard."
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A/N: well as you might have already read so far, this is a genshin x Codename Knightfall fanfic, am i going to continue this fic? i dont know, i might not or i might who knows, if your not familiar with setting and the character, do check out the codename knightfall instagram or youtube page, they made an amazing indie series about a nation of knights, def recommend to check it, and yeah ig thats just it, do not hope for updates idk if i can keep writting these fics i am just doing it now cause i had some time and its a fun concept to work with, and yes the main FML is eula here, cause she is my favourite!!