[i]The king would let out something of a deep chuckle, at the sight of David not bowing. He would lean up from his seat, those deep, aging eyes studying the Titan.[/i] "You already remind me of my younger self. Stern. Strong. Bit of a rebel to the more formal ways. I like it. Camela." [i]Armillion beckoned the knightess forwards, as she would take one final look at David, before approaching the king and turning around, in guard of him. Her gilded armor shined in the light, as three more armored men and women came into guard of Armillion: the Lionknights.[/i]