[center][h3][color=0054a6]Jehan de Challon[/color][/h3][/center]
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Jehan watched how the duel progressed, but decided quickly he had better things to do then stand there like complete fool. Whatever happened, it was better to be prepared rather then stand there and receive the worst of whatever was next if the orcs decided to have another go. He turned to follow his lance when he was, once again, confronted by Aimeé. The simmering anger was gone from his face, but his annoyance showed through well enough. He could not help but smirk as she closed the distance between them. [color=0054a6]"You again?"[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]"Never touch a rose without its consent, it doesn't matter how beautiful it may be. Don't EVER touch me again without my consent. Otherwise, I'll gladly make you understand why the Belleroses have this saying."[/color] she said, as she stepped in close. 
Jehan was not the least concerned by her obvious anger or her close proximity. He could not help but wonder, was this an attempt to appear threatening or simply a side-effect of anger. [color=0054a6]"Don't flatter yourself"[/color] he said with a dismissive hand gesture. The smirk remained, making his word's double-meaning obvious. 

[color=9e0b0f]"It wasn't pity, I was genuinely concerned, seeing how you looked a bit shaken by your friend's demise, and that's how you repay my kindness?! By acting like an idiot? You dress like a knight, but I cant tell the difference between you and those orcs..."[/color] she said, starting to turn away. 

Jehan smiled, though it never reached his eyes. [color=0054a6]"An orc would tear you limb from limb."[/color] he said flatly, with a shrug of his shoulders. As she finally left him, he could not help the spiteful laugh. 'Education and courtesy' of which she had neither. He shook his head and started after his lance, leaving the duel and circle behind. 

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It did not take long for Charles to ready the horses. In fact, it was almost an instant thing compared to Johannes getting some extra armour on. Still, all in all it did not take long. As the archers remained, making the lance ready to move, Charles, Jehan and Johannes rode back towards the circle, lances pointing towards the sky. They stopped at some distance, meaning they would not appear as any major threat to the orcs watching the duels, but would not be too far away if things went south. Sure, three horsemen would never be able to stop the orcs, or even hold them. But hooves, lances, swords and maces all backed by the momentum of a warhorse and armoured rider would make it costly to follow the human force in any disorganized fashion and to organize would take time. Time that any retreating human force would need.

In the distance the duel came to an end. At first he was unsure of who had won, but in the end he could tell it was a human, not an orc standing as the victor. His gauntleted hand tightened on the lance as he waited to see what the orcs would do. To his surprise and relief they turned around. Johannes breathed an obvious sigh of relief. Charles gave of a short noise that was something between a chuckle and a laugh. 

The three horsemen returned to the archers and dismounted. The archers were of course happy to hear there was no need to hurry with the packing as it seemed they would have time. Time to rest, help the wounded, and take care of the dead. Jehan was happy to remove his helm and gauntlets, giving the wind somewhere to cool his skin. Now there would be time to send Henri off to the afterlife properly. [color=0054a6]"Vincent, Adrian"[/color] Jehan began, [color=0054a6]"Go bring Henri. We'll clean him up and send him off tonight."[/color] he told them and as they went off to follow his order Jehan could not help but to be returned to sadness and the harsh feeling of loss once again. It is said that time is the great healer of all hurts. While Jehan wondered about the truth of such a saying, the grim irony was that it was time that would give him the answer; eventually.