He was hypnotised by her, long silver hair flowing around as she struck her enemies down, her armour glistening in the sun every time she moved, her long sword moving around with deadly precision showing the ease attained from years experience. A loud clanging close by brought him back to his senses as the Sasan Knight protected his rear.
"Ja'far-dono, are you alright? It is unusual to see you distracted during a fight".
"Sorry Spartos, it's nothing, please go back to Sin", Ja'far stated as he made to bring down two oncoming soldiers, slashing them with his blades.
"Err... Well, I would like to" Spartos stuttered out, "but, you see, he equipped Baal, and well, flew off. I didn't have time to stop him" he said sheepishly, barely audible over the noise of the battle around them.
He could tell the young Knight was afraid he'd be blamed for this, for that idiot's impulsiveness. Despite all his skill, he really did lack a lot of self-confidence.
Almost distracted again, Ja'far sighed out deeply to calm his anger, simultaneously decapitating a few more soldiers stupid enough to approach him.
"It's not your fault Spartos, let's just hurry and find him".
He let out another calming sigh, inwardly cursing his Kings utter stupidity, why would he fly off on his own! They didn't even need to be in this battle, yet another of that impulsive, idiot's decisions! He knew he should trust him, knew he probably had some sort of plan, more than likely to prove to the Kingdom they were hoping to visit that they would be better allied together, but still, that idiot!
The soldiers around them had thinned out enough for them to push on, and Spartos nodded in the direction he'd last seen the King go. As they moved off, careful to cover each other, Ja'far took one last glance at the silver haired girl, still gracefully manoeuvring herself around the battlefield, before heading off.
He had to admit to himself, whilst they quickly dispatched some more soldiers, that it was ironic that he of all people should be distracted by a girl, especially when he was always scolding Sin for doing just that, but he just had to know, could it be her?
He knew it was unlikely, knew she had died years ago, but he couldn't help but shake the feeling that he had seen that girl somewhere before. He'd been trying to catch sight of her eyes when he'd been brought back to reality, hoping that if he could just discern their colour, it might help settle his mind.
However, right now he had more pressing matters. They seemed to be heading further into the enemy lines and it occurred to Ja'far that Sin had, more than likely, gone after the leader of the enemy army, hoping to end the battle sooner and with minimal bloodshed, though he doubted that was as easy as it seemed, this was Ren Kouen they were dealing with.
Luckily, the Kingdom of Mercia's soldiers (or Knights, as some of them appeared to be), were clearly a force to be reckoned with, and were keeping up with the two Sindrian Generals. Or at least, that was what he had thought until he noticed them forming a line, cleanly keeping the crimson clad soldiers from Kou on one side.
It was too late that Ja'far noticed the large eight-pointed star shining out above the battle, and, he noticed in horror, pointed in the direction that he and Spartos were headed in. He barely had time to look round when a blindingly bright light was released. He felt himself losing consciousness; felt himself hit the ground, a clanking sound near him signalling Spartos' fall too.
"Sin", he mumbled as his last thoughts were of his King and hoping he was safe, before the darkness consumed him.