[ WP ] For millennia , your clan of knights has passed down a set of enchanted armor that greatly increases one 's strength in battle . The catch : the armor has a mind of its own , and can telepathically communicate with its wearer .

'I, Sir Geoffrey was raised to be the best knight of our time, even as a child I was trained rigorously and without pause. Every day, I felt the handle of my sword with my bare skin, the heavy chain-mail weighing down my tired shoulders and my helmet obscuring my vie-' 
 
'Is now really the time?' Asked Marp. 
'I am explaining to you my backstory.' Argued Geoffrey. 
 
 Sir Geoffrey was huddled up behind a rock while the other side was being ferociously incinerated by a dragon's flame. The heat was incredible, beyond any sensation he had felt before. If it were not for Marp's magic, he'd be toast under the heavy plate armor. 
 
 Geoffrey was indeed a great knight, the best of the best. He had suffered trials after trials, never losing the ambition to become the most chivalrous, famous and courageous knight in all of history. In exchange, he had sacrificed his personal life, love life and all other hobbies. Had you asked Geoffrey to quilt, he'd try his best and fail miserably. If you had called quilting a `` trial'' in becoming a great knight, he'd learn it in less than week. So was the placebo effect of his burning aspiration, that he could succeed in anything that involved becoming a knight. 
 
 Except for Marp. He felt like he could n't succeed with Marp, for Marp was n't an ordinary armor, he was an enchanted armor that was passed down generations by Geoffrey's Lord. The armor itself was a beautiful plate armor encrusted with golden lines and sapphire gems. Runic markings were placed all over the shoulder pieces while the helmet had two eyes drawn on top. Marp refused to ever give an explanation for why he had a squire draw big white circles with little black pupils that gave the helmet an expression of continuous surprise. 
 
'As I was saying! I, Sir Geoffrey of Castle Blackridge-' 
'Dragon!' Marp interrupted him again. 
 
 The Dragon paced around the rock, attempting to flank Geoffrey and incinerate him completely. There'd be no way for him to survive a full frontal attack. It was a frightening beast, not to Geoffrey of course, but a frightening beast. For the horns that made Geoffrey's legs shake, not from fear but excitement, its mouth that contained a thousand teeth would never make Geoffrey sweat, while its millions or billions of red burning scales definitely did not make Geoffrey run towards the exit. 
 
'Where are you going?' Asked Marp, speaking telepathically to Geoffrey. 
'Away from here, tactical retreat!' Sir Geoffrey the Brave screamed. 
'Oh no ya do n't! I'd rather have you toast inside me than go back to Blackridge.' The armor flung Geoffrey to the side of another rock, avoiding a chunk of boiling spit from the Dragon. 
'Are you insane?' Geoffrey asked, still tumbling all over the dirt. 
'No! You think I want to be part of another knight? I'm going to be dragged all over the castle as another `` brave knight'' tries to wear me. It'll be a huge stinking ceremony and I'll be right in the middle of it. If you die, at least I get to be part of a Dragon's treasure, where no one will bother me again.' 
 
 Marp's logic was sound, but still hurtful. Sir Geoffrey made careful not to think that. 
 
'Think what?' Asked the enchanted armor, it could hear Geoffrey's thoughts. 
'Dragon!' Screamed Geoffrey while picking up his sword and sprint past the Dragon's flame breathe incinerating another part of the cave. The flame rammed against the stone wall and ricocheted all over the place. 
 
 Geoffrey's eyes kept being covered in a waterfall of sweat, he felt his body moving but his legs were numb. The same problem with his arms, they were in the midst of action yet completely gone from his senses. Marp's magic allowed a normal man to survive where he should have died. 
 
'I shall smite thee!' Yelled Sir Geoffrey the Brave at the Dragon, while still running from the Dragon. 
 
'You keep running n' running n' running. Are you going to do something anytime soon?' Marp was losing his patience. He was n't a fan of noise nor action. 
'Like what.' Geoffrey yapped. 
'Try stabbing him.' Marp replied. 
 Geoffrey glanced at his sword. 
'Stabbing him with this? His scales are akin to plate!' 
 Geoffrey waved his sword around. 
 The Dragon had lost interest in burning Geoffrey, instead it ran towards him, with its wings half-opened and its mouth wide open. Sir Geoffrey felt stiff, he could n't move at all. Frozen in fear at the gigantic monster about to devour him. 
'Oh for God's sake.' Marp groaned. 
 
 Geoffrey's arms began to move on their own, the enchanted plate armor lifting his sword up before flinging it towards the Dragon's mouth. Making Geoffrey's legs shuffle to the left as he tripped down to the floor, avoiding the attack and being bitten. 
 
 The Dragon trampled its foot all over the stone floor, trampling Sir Geoffrey a few times. It slammed its head against the wall and wailed a deafening echo throughout the cave system. Blood began to pour from its mouth, down to the floor while the Dragon coughed louder each time. It turned to Sir Geoffrey, giving him a hateful glare before collapsing onto its side, unable to breathe as the sword had gotten stuck in its breathing pipe. 
 
 Sir Geoffrey groaned and lifted himself off the floor, looking to the Dragon's corpse. 
 
'Congrats, you did it.' Marp spoke sarcastically. 
'I did... I did it!?' Sir Geoffrey the Brave could n't even believe it. After centuries of the Dragon plaguing Blackridge's population, he had succesfully defeated the tyrant and saved the castle. 
 
'I did it!' Cheered Geoffrey, attempting to jump for a cheer and in a swift moment, feeling as if all of his bones were broken. 
'Oh god.' He struggled to stay up, only able to thanks to the armor. 
'Yuup.' Marp snickered in his mind. 
 
 
'Sir Geoffrey!' bellowed out a voice from outside the Cave's entrance. It was Lord Blackridge on his healthy horse, accompanied by his bodyguards and peasants who came to spectate. 
 
'You've defeated the Dragon?' Blackridge said. Geoffrey could sense the incredulous tone in his voice. 
 
'Yes. Say Yes.' Marp told him. 
'Yes.' Sir Geoffrey the Brave replied, standing stoically with a pose to add to his spectacle. 
 
'My God! You are truly the best Knight we've had this century.' 
 
 Geoffrey's heart sank.'The best of this century.. But not of all time?' 
 
'No no, Sir Marvin had defeated a Dragon, and a Hydra. But that was atleast four centuries ago.' Blackridge explained. 
 
'No... Do n't you dare.' Marp growled. 
 
'I shall go defeat the Hydra!' Sir Geoffrey proclaimed, raising his fist into the air. 
 
'Oh, we're going to play it this way, huh?' Marp's voice grew sinister. At that moment, all the magic of the enchanted armor vanished and Sir Geoffrey felt the true pain that he had received from the burns and trampling of the Dragon. He collapsed instantly, to the horror of all the spectators. 
 
'Get him back to Castle Blackridge. He and his enchanted armor will defeat the Hydra!' Lord Blackridge proclaimed, grinning with delight. 
 
'Son of a-!' Marp screamed. 

