The Khaos Effect
The daemon towered over Willow; its huge talons ready to rib her in two. She had hit it with her best spells, but they hadn't even slowed it.
The daemon prepared to deliver the killer blow, but suddenly stopped as a long, evil looking sword appeared through its chest. It crumpled to the ground, revealing a towering figure dressed in a long black cloak, its face like a medieval knight.
"Willow Rosenberg?" Its voice cool and synthetic.
"Yes." Willow swallowed.
"I am Deadlock, Grand Wizard of the Knights Martial." The stranger bowed down, leaning on his sword, "And I am yours to command, mistress."