Myth was quite suddenly outraged. His father, for one, had not done his part in ensuring that some kind of legend revolving around the Blademaster remained, and secondly because the King was fool enough to think that because he stepped forward in order to question about Relics, that he wouldn't know how to handle himself. As the King's Guard approached him, weapons drawn, he sighed at them, which took them off balance for a moment. Opening his arms wide, highlighting the difference between his steel-blue armor and his scaly-black gauntlets, Myth told the Guard, "Well, I suppose you'll think I'm behind this, and you're going to kill or seize me, right? I'm no fool, I'm just confident!"

With that, he raised his hands and unconsciously summoned power to them. After a few moments, his gauntleted hands glowed a dark electric blue, lighting up his hands, arms, chest, and face with an eery glow. As the Knights charged forward, he launched his counterattack: a continuous burst of small, static-y, unpredictable lightning bolts. The electricty aimed straight for the nearest pieces that it could be absorbed into: the steel swords of Knights. The lightning traveled down the swords to the gauntleted hands, and then up the gauntlets to the rest of the armor, and with a few sweeps, the charge weakened, and after concentrating a bit more, they all collapsed, the closest one nearly landing on his foot.

Myth walked towards the man who had the red glowy ring, massaging his wrists from the outburst of energy. "Come, I shock, you act as a distraction. You can handle that, right? Let's get out of here, I owe no allegiance to anyone. They should know better than to use swords against Evokers. Archers are always the best against Evokers. Usually."