Young Leonce followed him without hesitation. "Poison? Perhaps the lady ran into the Mantis." He paused, concentrating to carefully step around a thick web. He had the instinct not to disturb it, where perhaps an older knight would have just sliced right through. "Er... I'm sure her enemies don't know her as such, if at all. She is the most... unsettling woman I have ever met." His blue eyes darted around, looking for danger before continuing to speak. "I actually don't mind women fighting. My mother was, well... rather overpowering, so I know full well a woman can beat a man. But the Mantis... Alice, they call her... she has a shell of beauty, but her core is corrupt, like an apple full of mealworms." His phrasing was odd- it was clear that he knew something about fruit. "She is deadly smart, which is fine... but she takes such pleasure in seeing people suffer so." He shook his head, shivering despite the sticky warmth of the forest.

"To most knights, battle is a task. You kill because if you do not, someone else will kill you. When you do kill, you make it quick, pragmatic. At the end of a fight, I have seen knights cut the throats of enemy soldiers who struggle to die, and yet cannot be saved. Ending their suffering, so they can join the embrace of the sky. Alice... enjoys watching people in pain. It is... reprehensible." He rubbed himself slightly, then tried to brighten up. "Your lady must be strong, to survive it." He smiled a bit, revealing his youth. "Does she know?"