Between battles

The battlefield was what Tsukasa had been accustomed to his entire knighthood, which was over half of his life if he were to be honest. To fight as a White Knight was to dance between the lines of life and death, each step, each swing, each block all a part of this deadly dance. As a White Knight it was Tsukasa's duty to aid in the fight between the dark kingdom and the kingdom of light. He could hear the cacophony of war cries echo around him, each voice a fuel to his fight.With merely a swing of his sword, the soldier he was fighting fell back. He heaved through his chest, hoping to receive a break for just a moment to breathe. He closed his eyes for a mere moment, the sounds of the battle fading out like a snuffed candle. He quickly reopened his eyes, almost panicked when he didn't see the battlefield nor soldiers surrounding him. Though, he recognized this place. But he wished more often than not that he didn't get transported here at random. " Not again..." He groaned, looking for the Sorcerer who he knew had brought him here, again, for like... he's lost count actually.