"I am fully aware of that, thank you very much, miss." Martel muttered, more to himself than the rest of the group. He was an honorable man, but prideful as well. He was not going to show it, but admitting that he wasn't the strongest was something that in a way dented his pride. The knights took defensive positions, lifted their shields and readied their weapons. Half were carrying swords, the other half maces.