Before Hark could reach the duel it had ended abruptly. General Von Schmitt had dispatched the berserker and fallen to her knees in exhaustion, appearing to gasp for air as the berserker released her neck. Hark slowed his pace about twenty feet from the general and sheathed his sword, before anouncing, "General Von Schmitt! What is going on here? First you appeared to be leading this rabble, and now you appear to be fighting them! Explain yourself."
There was something about this whole situation that niggled at him. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there had to be a reason for this situation.