[h2]Lilianna Belwiss[/h2]

Most knights, riding unarmoured and a prime target due to being on horseback, would generally come to resemble a pincushion after receiving a volley of arrows. Lilianna was comparatively fortunate in that there was hardly an overwhelming number of archers, enough that only one arrow was headed for her. Still, unarmoured, this constituted a Very Bad Thing. Until she drew her sword. 

Nobody, [i]nobody[/i], who made it into the knights was going to be allowed to go around without a single scrap of protection unless they could prove they earned it. To one who the only martial combat that came naturally was to flow [i]with[/i] the blade, there were only two options against something that would normally be absorbed or blocked: dodge or deflect. Being on horseback ruled out the former; in a flash of steel, the incoming danger was sliced down its centre, harmlessly going to either side.

"I [i]told[/i] that upstart this would happen," she grumbled, preparing to leap from horseback at a second's notice. In a shieldwall her abilities were useless--she had to wait for an opportunity to close, whichever side took it.