Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be some sort of knight. The armored figure stood only a little bit taller than Caiden at six feet and two inches. He was covered in white cybernetic armor. This strange individual had broad shoulders and mechanized pectoral and abdominal plates that mimicked the chest and abs of a human. It was built like a slender athletic male for maximum maneuverability and efficiency. The legs were dynamically designed and protruded outward at the hips to complement two thigh-length panels that seamlessly merged with the knight’s mechanized upper legs and calves which supported hi-speed maneuvers and leaps. There were glowing red lights on its knees. On its feet were jika-tabi boots. The knight’s footsteps were inaudible, due to the soft bio-gel support soles on his feet. His arms were covered in black industry grade straps and lightly armored on the outside from the shoulders to the biceps.
The white cybernetic armor was embedded into his forearms, while its hands were made from a black metal. The knights helmet was smooth, sleek and curved. It was white with a single vertical line in the center of the face panel that lit red. The back of the helmet extended behind him at an angle. It’s neck was supported by sturdy wiring and a series of small hydraulic mechanisms on each side, to support a wide range of head movements. These were all protected by casing made of carbon nanotubes. The mandible was also mechanized. There was no way to know if this thing was even human. A small written logo on the left chest plate read 'Adriel Project' on it. The White Knight was made to be a humanoid on purpose. He held a red katana-shaped energy blade. The katana looked like it could cut through anything.
“Who are you? What do you want from me?” Caiden asked the knight.
“I, the White Knight, have been ordered to see you to your eternal resting place,” it said in a digitized male voice.
“Shit! My night just keeps getting worse,” Caiden said to himself.
Caiden put his gunblade to gun mode, aiming at the White Knight, who was slowly closing in on him. White Knight stopped. Tension mounted as the rain continued to pour down on them both as they stood a few meters away from each other. Caiden refused to blink. The danger that emanated from the White Knight permeated the very air that Caiden breathed. It was stifling.
“You make one wrong move and I will shoot your head clean off!” Caiden shouted.
The White knight was as still as a statue, his menacing red energy sword in position, ready to attack. Rain droplets evaporated upon touching the blade; a steamy mist began to form around it, and eventually around the White Knight. The closer he edged to Caiden, the more he could hear a low frequency noise, presumably coming from the blade.
This guy gives me the creeps, Caiden nervously thought to himself. Caiden felt the cool night air slowly caress his water-soaked face. The nightmarish aura emanating from his frightening foe was so dense, so intense, that he could feel the energy as it raised goosebumps on his skin. Without warning, the White Knight closed the distance and swung his sword downward at Caiden. The light of the sword left a lasting impression in his retinas, as if there was a line of light still hanging in the air. Caiden reacted with near prescient instinct, leaping backward, dodging as best as he could.
The sword barely grazed him, but Caiden could feel a burning sensation across his chest as it seared his skin and sliced through his clothes. He stumbled backward and tumbled into some trash cans, almost blacking out from the shock. Luckily, the slash wasn’t too deep.
“Interesting. That swing would’ve killed a normal man, but you appear to have avoided a fatal strike,” the white knight remarked.
Caiden focused all his energy on recovering and escaping as quickly as possible. I gotta get outta here! This thing is gonna kill me if I don't! Move! Move! he frantically thought. His NOVO Lenses were still active and looking for any kind of weakness he could exploit, scanning the makeup of this powerful foe that stood before him. The knight stood over Caiden. Blood had begun to seep from the laceration across Caiden’s torso. The pain was unbearable.
The adrenaline and the nanocells began to temporarily numb the injury, and slowed the bleeding. He needed to make a break for it. The fallen trash cans concealed the fact that Caiden still had a hold of his gun with his finger on the trigger. The White Knight held his sword above his head, bringing it down toward Caiden to end it all. Caiden avoided the blow at the last second, shifting his body to the side. The knight had missed by inches.
In one quick motion, Caiden pressed the barrel of the gun to the knight’s chest and pulled the trigger. A loud shot rang out. The White Knight evaded the shot at point-blank range by using his powerful legs to jump backward. You gotta be kidding me! Caiden thought to himself in disbelief. Though the knight had dodged the shot, it did allow Caiden some respite by putting some decent distance between his enemy and him. He leapt into action, shooting five bullets in the Knight’s direction; two toward the knees, two toward the arms, and one toward the head. The knight deflected all the shots with his energy sword in one fluid motion.
“Never bring a knife to a gunfight,” Caiden remarked with sarcasm.
The White Knight dashed toward Caiden again, but the NOVO Lenses allowed Caiden to anticipate his opponent's next strike. He turned his gun to blade mode, planting his feet into the ground as best he could and deflected the White
