[center][h2]Sir Garrett[/h2][/center]
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As Sult’s hands lingered Sir Garrett gave her a pensive look although it was taking all of his concentration to keep a look of disgust off of his features. It really wasn’t Sult’s fault but he could never get over how much magic felt so damn unnatural to him. As she mentioned her training as a priestess Sir Garrett relaxed slightly. 

[i]At Least the magic is the result of a God...not that it really makes it all that much better.[/i]

Looking down at her hands his eyebrow raised and he gave her a half grin as she finally took her hands off of him. With that finally turned to survey the damage. It looked like they hadn’t lost any of the knights although there appeared to be plenty of wounded as he say Alex approaching the other side of the log. 

Shooting a glance over at Fanilly he saw that Tyaetha had been reunited with the Captain which mean that his job here was done for the most part. As the effects of the magic faded Sir Garrett took his sword hefted it onto his shoulder. Jumping from the ground in front of the log onto the top of it so that he could see the rest of the battlefield Sir Garrett took note of the others still there.

[i]Who threw that lighting bolt?[/i]

Looking down the Hill Knight took in the individuals sitting against the log. Sir Tiral was a mage but a known Ice magic which only left… Sir Garrett’s face contorted into something between anger and disgust as he realised who had thrown the bolt of lightning. [i]Of course it’s you, why do all of the newer knights rely on magic? It's a handicap not an advantage.[/i] With a heavy sigh Sir Garrett jumped from the top of the log to the ground on the other side. Looking at Marianne the Hill Knight pursed his lips and eyed the doctor who had apparently passed her over leaving her to recover on her own. The savage part of his brain that was born fighting the barrow undead of his homeland told him to walk away and do his best to stay as far away from this witch as he could. Still...no one had bothered to wake her up…

With a heave Sir Garrett drove his sword into the ground next to his foot before he carefully knelt over Marianne. The static that was left covering her did not scare the Hill Knight as he gently reached down and pressed his leather gloved hands onto her shoulder and gently shook the young woman. It took all of his control to not run from her as she lay there. 

[i]What the hell am I doing? There are plenty of others here who could take care of her. Hell that is what Teller is suppose to do.[/i] 

Rolling his eyes at his own borderline cowardice Sir Garrett gave the girl another gentle shake. “Dame Marianne, I can see you’re still breathing. Nap time's over” 


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