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Lucian enjoyed the sight of the Knights as they continued their ride. There was little formation among them but that was not because of a lack of training. The orcs were in a killing field that allowed the Knights to pick and kill each of their targets with ease. It would be ineffective to keep formation when they did not need to charge through any formations or defend each other from all manners of horrors.
If the orcs were able to recover from their route then it would be easy enough for the Knights to reform as they were faster than the most steadfast of orc infantry.
“Uh, my Lord.” Lucian turned towards the Knight who had lowered his weapon, “Shall we go to the Priests to find you treatment?”
Here Lucian was able to get a full look at the Knight. He was wearing a fully enclosed helm that had the plum signature of the more veteran Knights of war. HIs colors were blue like those of Bordeleaux but instead of the gold signature of the Duke but a light red that was striking against it.
The Knight looked towards Lucian. The helm being upon him whatever emotions he was displaying were not seen and Lucian could not feel anything. It was a second after this that the man collapsed upon the grounds like a puppet with string cut.
“He caught up with his body.” Laughed Adok as he breathed upon his hammer. Lucian noticed that the weapon was glowing a firey red aura as the dwarf pressed it against the man’s shoulder.
Lucian knew he did not want to smell the burning of man-flesh and just as he imagined it was horrible. It reminded him of the times they had to set fire to some rabid wolf carcasses. It was just as disgusting then as it was here as skin and hair melted with the muscles underneath.
Walking over Lucian picked up the Knight and rolled him onto his shoulder. He was heavy for sure but Lucian was an experienced Peasant if nothing else. As he did this Adok already had the man’s sword within his hands, examining it with an inquisitive eye. Then, Lucian noticed the dwarf lifting something else from the ground.
“Well look at that, I got his arm.” Laughed the Dwarf as he lifted a shield with the hand still viciously gripping it, “Off to the healers?”
“Y-yes.” Lucian said as he began the trip.
