desperate || conrad & forsyth
@dreamsofknighthood
A flash to the right.
Riders falling to the left, staining their steeds red.
Green hair to the right, falling into faces and catching on blooded lips.
He looked familiar - the deep emerald armor, lance clutched tightly in desperate hands. Conrad had seen that face before. The branded boy Anthiese loved - Alm. He was part of Alm’s forces. A Deliverance member, then.
Conrad clutched the reigns of his mount tightly, pulling hard to the left. The baron was in trouble, cornered by a mage terror. He couldn’t allow a member of Alm’s army to get hurt.
The moment he was in range, ignoring the clashing of battle around him, he swung his lance in a broad arc. Mila’s blessing dissolved the creature.
“You there!” He cried, loudly to be heard over the wails of war. “Are you injured? You must be cautious!”
After a careful look around, he slid from his saddle, keeping one hand on his lance and one gripping his horses’s lead.
“I’ve rations, if you’re in need.”