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The man thought about it and a decision needed made. Would he be supporting someone else, keeping them alive, or standing firmly next to them as a fellow warrior. To support was likely the most rational thing, to protect and support the Kroxigor that was surely to bring ruin to all that faced the two of them.
Yet Chivalry was not rational.
Lucian stood at the side of Bok, his scythe poised towards the ground for a great reap. The two of them did not walk away from the force, and Lucian was not hiding himself behind the Kroxigor to make sure that he did not get flanked. After all, to do so was admitting that he was weaker than the monster that he was allies with.
As the breyherd appeared from between the trees he was ready to face them as a Knight of Bretonnia. Even without the armor that designated one of such a ranking Lucian would still hold the ideals of the Lady and his fellow men in the highest regard. Facing the enemy on equal footing and cutting them down in an honorable fight was what it meant to be a Knight of Bretonnia.
He would not renege on his vows.
Lucian was a Questing Knight, a man who was seeking to become a Champion of the Lady’s favor.
“In the name of Morr and the Lady.” Lucian said as the creatures came rushing towards their position with axes and broken pieces of metal, “I DENY THEE!”
And like a wave the Beastmen had closed the gap between the two forces.
