[h2][center]Sir Garrett[/center][/h2]
[i][center]Themerlinhawk[/center][/i]

Sir Garrett eyed the doctor with something approaching disgust and fear. “I don’t think so but I recently appreciate the offer. Pain is the bodies way of telling you when you have a problem and the best warrior’s recognize that lacking pain just means you have no warning. Numbing the body is a sure fire way to go to hell using the bodies of the enemies whose sword’s you fell upon” Taking up a position at the back of the shield line he hefted his own shield. “We can talk after the battle and you are certainly welcome to look at the shoulder.” Garrett didn’t trust the doctor; medicine quickly approached magic and that was something that had always made Garrett’s skin crawl. 

As the shield line charged Sir Garrett reached up and snapped his visor down. Normally he’d have lead the charge himself however with Tyaetha not by Fanilly’s side he felt obligated to keep an eye on the girl. Side stepping a stroke from a scythe that had until recently no doubt been used as a farming implement Garrett rolled his right arm bringing the maul in a circular stroke which crushed the unfortunate bandit’s spine as it connected with the base of the man’s neck. The stroke killed the man instantly as the nerves in the neck were severed from the shearing force of the blow. Using the maul he hooked the man’s body as it fell and tossed it behind him clearing a path way for those moving behind him. 

The air reeked of blood, sweat and fear as Sir Garrett moved along behind the shield wall making short work of anyone who had got past the flank or made it through a break in their wall….or was thrown through it to the giant of a Knight. 

Sir Garrett’s picked up his foot to crush the bandit’s head beneath it and remembered a moment before he brought it down that the Captain had pitched a royal tantrum earlier about how they had dealt with the bandit’s the first time. With a heavy sigh Sir Garrett tossed his maul head first into the ground and slammed his shield into the earth on his left. Reaching back he swung the hand-and-a-half sword off his back. With a quick jerk he unsheathed it and then drove it through the young man’s heart pinning him to the ground as the massive piece of steel slid through his body. With a heavy Sir Garrett pulled the sword back up through the bandit. Re sheathing the sword he looked left and right at the progress the Knights had made. It had been a slaughter for the most part. Not much of a challenge. 

Picking up the shield and war maul Sir Garrett surveyed the battlefield his eyes searching out the tabards and colors of the other Knights. Taking note of the other forces closing in on the camp Garrett walked back over and fell in on Fanilly’s left flank keeping his shield and body in between anything that approached her from the left. It was quite the baby sitting that Tyaetha engaged in but it left him close enough to help as he kept his eyes out for other Knights who might need his help.