[color=A0A0A0][h2]Fleuri Jodeau[/h2][/color]

Fleuri was startled by the abrupt ambush, with a bandit boldly attacking the captain at the wagon and more emerging from the woods.  He wasn't shaken, however; the captain had a plan, and this ambush was not going to thwart it.  Hearing Fanilly's rallying cry, he turned and cantered to the left flank.  The terrain further in was too wooded for fighting on horseback, but his horse would be useful for getting him into position as quickly as possible, and the attackers had made the mistake of emerging from the thicket instead of taking shelter within it.

The knight reached a suitable location from which to attack from, slowing to a stop.  Fleuri discarded his lance and dismounted as soon as he reached the edge of the flank, drew his greatsword from a scabbard tied to the saddle, and briefly adjusted the fit of his helmet.  He was ready.  As the other knights closed in on the enemy, Fleuri rushed in as well.  He circled around into the edge of the forest and charged into the bandits' flank, sword held high.  There was no better way to destroy a foe's carefully laid plan and sow panic in their ranks than by hitting them where they didn't expect it.  And from the look of this ambush, the bandits' plan was certainly not carefully laid.

Fleuri targeted a bandit at the edge of the enemy band, a man in leather armor, wielding a handaxe and crude wooden shield.  "For Reon!  For the Order!" he shouted as he charged, both to frighten his foe and to amp himself up for the battle ahead.

His target appeared to panic when he saw and heard Fleuri closing in, instinctively ducking and raising his shield to block the assault.  It didn't do any good- the poor angle of the shield enabled the knight's greatsword to cut through it, fatally striking the bandit in the head through his leather skullcap with a sickening noise.  The man crumpled to the ground, his left arm held aloft by the shield that was still stuck in his assailant's sword.

Fleuri placed his boot on the shield and pulled on his blood-stained sword, wrenching it free and turning to another bandit.  If they were all as poor warriors as the dead man in front of him, this would be less of a battle and more of a slaughter.  It was going to be a bloody evening, but by Reon, none of these murderers would be allowed to escape.