The russet moon gives me purpose. Let us fight beneath it.
I will protect thee from the ever darkness.
Feel the sun’s glory!
Pen or sword – the shield is mightiest.
Day breaks upon the battlefield.
I think I broke a nail, good thing it wasn’t mine.
An eclipse? Where? I don’t see anything.
Wouldst thou face a knight of the eclipse? Then make your peace before the end.
Fair Diana, cast away thy blade. I do not wish to end thee so.
Now we must choose: a world smothered in midnight, or ringed with flame.
This eclipse will pass; true darkness will not be so kind.
It is but a small thing to fight for good.