HAH! Alvin swung his sword, beheading a Heretic. Blood splattered all over his helmet's visor, even staining his eyes beneath it red and revealing a hint of extreme madness.
After a bout of slaughter, the battle gradually subsided. When he looked around, another wave of rioters lay lifeless on the ground. The chaotic, bloody battlefield was a nauseating sight, but one to which the Knights were already accustomed.
What they needed now was not to dwell on such matters; they needed rest.
This was not the first time they had been ambushed. After consecutive battles, both men and horses showed signs of exhaustion.
Some still maintained a degree of decorum, but those dragged from their horses sat directly on corpses, ripping off their helmets to gasp for air. Some horses even attempted to gnaw at flesh, unchecked by anyone.
As the battle's intensity rose, the Baron, who was truly in charge, rushed about attending to matters. Only after handling things did he find Alvin to report.
