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Lucian stared at the arrows for a moment, awe striking him at just the sheer heinous crime that was being committed. As a Peasant Lucian had only ever imagined the Chivalric Knights of Bretonnia as warriors whose purpose was to defend the weak and glorious fighters from the arenas. This frame of reference, the ideal of being a Noble, was fractured as Lucian not only got a glimpse into the Court of Duke Moriset but was reinforced by the wars that he fought.
The bickering between warriors. The honor duels and transactions of honor that were given to one another by simple conversation. Still there was sense in that for as long as someone committed themselves to the righteous ideals they would come out on top. Lucian had <span class="mu-i">seen</span> these men for they existed in Count Remon and Duke Moriset!
Now an illusion was shattered. The thought that a Knight would fight another knight not in the tournament grounds or honor dueling in the sands, but true combat where the victor was decided by things greater than sheer martial skill and battle honors.
“CHARGE!” Lucian yelled the only thing he could think of at this moment. The snappings of the reigns bringing Nightshade into a full sprint towards the enemy lines without care.
Quickly the sky above dimmed as a flutter of arrows stretched across the sky. The dishonor of seeing such weapons used against a Knight far behind the fact that Lucian was being fired upon by his own countrymen. Yet he held no blame for the peasant bowman who were holding the weapons that might mean his death.
It was Baron Budapest the Dishonorable Lord, who forced them to do this.
Quickly a dozen of those arrows landed upon Lucian. He felt them like pricks of hard rain upon his skin. Yet he knew that any one of these would have meant death if they were in a place where armor did not protect.
Much was obvious when some had gotten through the armor of Nightshade. The black horse not wearing nearly as much armor as Lucian currently was. After all, how could it lift him if it had armor that weighed thrice more than he?
Budapest was clearly not expecting a charge but prepared regardless. Years of battle on both the tournament grounds and in the field of battle caused him to raise his lance towards the charging Knight with matchless efficiency.
