C: Synchronize our soul with the sword, and make it an extension of our very being.
Then let's go mop up those other dread knights from earlier.
Since it is rather similar to A.
The Lost Sword of Heaven flew into your hand. Immediately it tried to corrupt you, sending a dark wave into your hand. But with that power you gained from the Demon Prince, you purged the darkness and sent power into the blade. It glowed as your strength courses through the blade. It widened, becoming straight and edged on both sides. It grew noticeably heavier, but was perfectly balanced for you. Heavenly script ran down the blade. You could not read it, but it promised death to evil and boasted of its strength. It was a peerless blade, and no longer lost.
It was the Sword of Man.
The remainder of the legion fell on you in a fury, but they were but leaves before your storm as you swept through them. Your Sword cut through their arms and armor like a hot knife through butter. The last Black was brave, and made a desperate lunge. You cut through his blade and then his head.
The Hellgate had darkened with the death of the Prince, and started to crumble into dust. Your champions finished off the honor guard, and was cleaning up the rest of the demons. Within the hour the field was clear, and you and 120 of your warriors (for 20 had fallen honorably in battle) went to the gates of the city.
1
A knight peered over the battlements and called out, “Who and what are you? What are your intentions with Caskbound?”
What do you do?A. “I am Rogg Meatface, I only seek rest and comfort for my warriors and myself.”
B. “Open these gates at once! How dare you disrespect us like this after we have saved your lives?”
C. Something else?
(Remember that leadership does not equal diplomacy!)