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The two Knights charged at each other without care. Their weapons were poised in positions where they could extract the most grievous wounds from the other. There was no brutality in each of their charges though for their weapons did not flail to the side or deviate from their allotted courses.
It was a civil fight, one between warriors who were taught the proper manner of battle. Not some berserkers who throw the skulls onto a pile and call it a throne.
They crossed the line and the clash came. Lucian bringing his scythe upon the lower limbs of the Baron just as he tried to impact the neck of the Black Knight. Lucian shifted just that little bit and felt a strong blow made upon his shoulder, yet there was no purchase as the blow bounded off his plated shoulder.
His own strike dug into the leg of the Knight with a sickening cut. While the man had moved in such a way that his knee guards would take the impact the metal they were made of had failed. The blade of the Knight had dug a gouge into the leg of his enemy and with a yank took pools of blood.
The man’s weight shifted to the other, he was quick to deliver a retaliation through another attempt at the neck. Lucian could guess that the man only saw his chance at killing the Black Knight was one of the few gaps which was present on his neck. In the same moment Lucian went for his neck, seeing the attacks mutual against one and the other.
Lucian felt the attack sink into the crevasse of his armor and threatened to cut off his head. The Knight did not pay it any heed though, for he felt it making contact with the metal collar that Adok had made for this specific purpose.
The Knight did not have such insightful fellows, losing his head in an instant.
>Tell the kid what happened to his father
>Continue on the journey
>Wait for the reinforcements/villagers to arrive
