Sain cut a dashing figure, a knight astride his horse. Or at least, he hoped he did.
Dashing into combat, his lance at the ready, he dug his feet into the stirrups. Swinging his lance, he slashed the hooded mage across the chest. The knave fell to the ground, another dastardly life cut short. And these lives were especially dastardly, seeing as how they sought to capture innocent children!
Such an injustice could not occur while he, Sain, knight of Caelin, sat by on his horse and watched. It could not! Such a thing would be completely unbefitting of a knight!
The knight shook his head to clear it of distracting thoughts. How Kent would laugh, were he here! He jumped as his comrade cut down yet another knave far ahead. Cursing, he goaded his horse onward.
He did not get far, though, for a fair maiden distracted his eye. She could not be older than sixteen! What on earth was this lovely lady doing here? She wore the garb of St. Elimine, but not of any order he had ever known.
Reining his horse, he held out a hand to the strangely-clad maiden. "Fair maiden, would you care for assistance away from this dangerous place?"
He was stunned as the maiden spoke in a surprisingly deep voice, "I can more than defend myself," before leaving.
Mildly offended, Sain snorted. "Such an independent young lady." He shrugged. "Ah, but the longest chase yields the greatest prize. Perhaps she has her own man."
"SAIN!!" His comrade Kent's voice jolted him out of his reverie. "What in blazes are you doing? The Black Fang is not going to let you act out your knightly fantasies while others fight! And neither will I!" Slapping Sain's horse, he galloped off to battle. "Come! Now!"
Sain shook his head. Would that poor man ever learn to enjoy life once in a while?