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Cedric paced lightly, his leather boots digging into the wet earth. He turned to his son, "Send what's left of your infantry."
R'han looked at her father questionably, knowing this meant death for her brother's men. Unwisely her brother began to argue, "You want to kill my men?"
"They're my men!" shouted Cedric before looking at R'han, "You will stay by me, kill anyone who approaches. I will kill Arthur; you are responsible for killing the remaining Knights."
R'han nodded holding her staff in two hands. Its razor ends glinting in Britain's dim light. Listening carefully with amusement in her eyes at the sound of her brother's once great infantry being slaughtered. Snorting loudly when the great metal doors opened, only one man entering, bloody and disorientated. Cedric nodded towards him as he approached, he spoke few words before R'han brought down her staff, cutting his throat.
"Father…" began R'han as the silent Sarmatian Knight approached.
Cedric nodded, his smile was sadistic, "Go, play…"
R'han smiled bowing shortly with respect to her father before stepping in front of him, blocking the scout's path. "So you're the silent Knight that's got everyone's knickers in a twist. I don't see why, you look like just another worthless man to me."
She could see the eyes of the scout through his braided hair blaze with apathetic pleasure, "Than that is the first mistake you make. I am not a man, I am your enemy."
"Wise words from a dead man, tell me when I kill you may I take your tongue? Feel free not to answer, I plan to do it anyway."
The knight did not speak, instead only drawing forth his sword, both hands holding the hilt his eyes not leaving R'han's figure but his mind taking in his surroundings. She attacked first, her staff making contact with his blade, lighting running down its length, taunting him. Shortly after drawing it back to block the swords deadly decent towards her neck. Agility being the key, she swung her staff, turning in the last minute and jutting it forward. The razor end connecting with his side, blood began to roll from the opened skin as he stumbled back. Checking it he winced and held his sword up once more.
"Again," he stated.
They continued on, the scout fighting well but dropping his sword during their fight. R'han who was despite the Saxon reputation, honorable let him pick it up. But it would be to no avail as she soon disarmed him once more. Leaving him to try and climb away as R'han picked up the oriental blade admiring its marksmanship and vintage. "This is a beautiful blade Sarmatian. It is only fair that you die by it."