>>5639420“No. This is no good either.”
Rex pushed the Margrave back and off-balance. With two thrusts of his spear that were too quick to follow, Richard Charon collapsed to the ground, his weapon shattered, and his lung pierced. He looked at Rex wide-eyed. He tried to say something, probably disbelief about how his Crest had been beaten so easily, but blood was already filling his lungs. Rex thought it a pathetic display, so to save the Margrave any further embarrassment, he lopped his head off with a single swing.
“Well…I suppose we’re well past the point of taking hostages anyway.” Winona remarks, staring at the headless corpse with indifference. Rex walked to the throne of Charon, planted his spear into the ground, and took a seat. The city had fallen, and its final defenders were either surrendering or being put to the sword. The Hellwings would acquire much in the way of loot and glory today. And yet...
“It’s never any good. They always make it too easy.” Rex complained with a sigh.
“It displeases me to see my lord so utterly disinterested. But what can he expect? For a man that has slain not one, but two of the legendary ‘Four Saints’, there can be little challenge left to find.”
Rex turned to the man that had just spoken. He was a heavyset, older fellow, wearing the red armor of an Adrestian Wyvern Lord. At his side were two other men and a woman. Collectively, they were known as the “Four Aces”. They were the four strongest aerial fighters in the Hellwings. As befitting of their rank, they were the only soldiers in the company that had unfettered access to their commander and were allowed to speak their mind fully and freely. Each of them was handpicked by Rex himself for their combat abilities, and nothing more.
“The turtle and bird were a fine diversion, but I prefer a more human opponent, Bradley.” Rex said, planting his feet up on the Margrave’s desk. “Winona, this battle at Gronder Field, what can we expect?”
“The Pro-Imperial faction of the Leicester Alliance has fallen.” Winona began, having moved to stand at the side of the room, away from the carcasses. “The message that we received from Enbarr suggests that the Alliance will now move to intercept our forces, potentially merging with the army from the Kingdom. If this does indeed occur, then there will be no shortage of foes for us to contend with.”
“Anyone worthwhile?” Rex snorts.
