One Heroshidan warrior was unfortunate enough to have his head caved in by Kerler, brain matter and hair flying as the body fell over limply. The huge westerner hefted his warhammer again, turning to see he was being challenged. He chuckled darkly. "Saves me the trouble of having to find you..." he said, approaching the officer and bouncing the haft of his weapon on the palm of his hand. 

A few of the crusaders broke off and chased Mikasa into the infirmary, or towards it before they were halted by their Captain. "Stop!" Rylen called. "I'll take care of this." Somewhere, even the midst of battle, a laugh could be heard from within the maelstrom. Meldarion the half breed stepped out, his sword bloodied. "Allow me." he said to Rylen. The Crusader looked at Mel oddly. He had not known that his friend had rode with the column. A hidden message of understanding passed between them. "Alright." 

Meldarion ran after Mikasa, hacking down another warrior before he stepped into the Infirmary with drawn steel. 
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