[center][h2]Sir Garrett[/h2][/center]

Sir Garrett eyed the two new individuals who had joined the battle. Things were getting out of hand and frankly. It felt an awful lot like they had been expected which was impossible really. Unless the nem had been on the inside. SIr Garrett highly doubted that as he eyed the two newcomers. Clearly conspirators to the assassination given that one of them had just spoken about the Nem’s sister. With a smooth motion Sir Garrett dropped the mace he was holding and drew the flat bladed sword from his belt; launching himself across the distance between himself and assailant wielding a crossbow he dipped his frame low and moved at a surprising speed for his bulky frame. 

With a bellow like thunder the Hill Knight brought his sword down cleaving for the crossbow wielder’s weapon. It was an impractical weapon for fighting in such confined spaces. Once it was fired the wielder would be next to useless. Hopefully the shot missed or was leveled at someone else. Sir Garrett was a rather large target so it wasn’t inconceivable that he would become the most obvious. Regardless the cramped space would work to his advantage as there was little room for the assailant to flee and Sir Garrett was much faster than he appeared without his bulky armor. 

[i]What does it feel like to fight like you were born to dear brother? You must enjoy feeling like one of your kin again.[/i]

Sir Garrett brushed off the voice. A remnant of a past that still clawed at him in the dark. It would not halt him. His blade would not falter as it flashed through the space between him and the crossbow wielder. The stroke was dead on to cut through the conspirators weapon.