The following events happen quickly-  First the now bloodied arrow- thrown off its original course from making a successful hit, Hits the hawk who a mistake in its attempt to tr to catch the arrow After the recruit rather than before, Resulting in a direct hit into the poor, soon to be dead bird.  Pereylia lets out a loud side as she  almost lazily bats away the Birdie projectile with her sword... On the Other hand...

The attacker- There's already shouting. Squires, and other knights now rushing to the scene, only a few of which you all know.  Raxxar, Mich, and a few familiar squires who more than likely are the ones responsible for the bumps and bruises from the sparring yard. 

This attacker, now visibly a human male, branded and scarred in the face with a very ornate depiction of a Sun on his left cheek. He is being dragged, choking gagging, rasping for air as the Lord commander's steel plated, wrathful grip looks as though it might break the fragile being- as if it were no more than mere inconvenience. He lifts the man, for everyone to see him.   "THIS, is a Solinaris Knight- no... not a Knight... more like a Squire.  The Solinaris are the mortal enemy of the Moonlit Order. This man's goal was to Kill new recruits to ensure the guild would slowly starve itself out. Should you ever see this brand on anyone. Do not talk to them. Do not spend time with them. Do not buy or sell anything. Simply Walk Away. Show no signs of being a Moonlit Knight- Especially if you are in town. They will not hesitate to find a way to Kill you." Pereylia waves a apologetic hand to Hartac, grabbing the  arrow, Mich has spotted Hiiko, and is already walking over.  Pereylia and Ryun are already taking the man off to a different building- this man is likely not going to be happy. Good thing it, hopefully, wont last Long. 

Mich looks of the recruit who was wounded. "You alright?" He's already getting some bandages ready.

As Ithill wondered off, looking for Kale or Brian, she find an even better case.   she spots the both of them stepping into the mess hall. They seem to be talking about something- and even chuckling to each other, oblivious to the easily heard shouting.