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The village of Gannat sat in a valley, and for this reason the first signs that their enemy was on the approach was several spots coming across the nearby fields with torches lit. The fire did not light anything for the sun was raised high in the sky.
The men in flight did not shine like the paladins of old. From afar Lucian could tell that many of them wore the leather armor of a Yeoman, something that was horribly weaker than the steel plate that was adorned by even a Knights Errant. At their head though was someone who did shine with the same splendor Lucian learned to expect.
The sky did not become a rain of arrows as Lucian expected it to. Lucian could reason that they at least received the messenger of the message. He would have surely told them gladly that Lucian was here. They did not however return with him, but with them all being upon horses the Peasant Knight reasoned they simply outran him.
As the arrows did not rain his two companions came out from the sides. The heavy growling of the Kroxigor invading Lucian’s ears as it anticipated the battle that was to come. If that Kroxigor even reached one of those Yeoman, he knew that the rest would simply flee out of terror of such a powerful creature.
That ignored the fact that Lucian had two mages on his side. He had witnessed the strength of Adok for himself but wondered what was the power of Tee-Nee-Tyny. If he was trusted with such a dangerous mission and a mount of such magnitude then surely the lizard was beyond Lucian’s understanding of magic. Perhaps, maybe, on the level of the Vampire?
He could only hope for the Knight had arrived.
His assumptions were proven true as a group of thirty Yeoman equipped with spears and bows were scattered among the group with the lance of brigands headed by a Knight. The warrior, whose face Lucian did not see, was wearing orange and blue livery that was a sort of cross between Aquitaine and Bastonne. He bore as his heraldic object a spearhead, likely he was not high enough rank to be given anything greater than an object.
The two groups stood roughly twenty five yards from each other. It was a great enough distance that a full charge could be made. Dangerous but acceptable for the situation.
“Lucian the Durand, it seems Prince Gillot was not wrong when he called you the Heir of Ruin. Here you stand in my way and I shall ruin you for it.” He said as he brought his stead forward to better project his voice.
