Renar gave the other knight that had joined Sir Gerard's command a brief nod, taking a moment to gaze at the man's falcon appreciatively. Having a ranger among their ranks made up for his and Gerard's focus on close combat rather nicely. 

As they waited for the assault to begin, Renar surveyed the camp, his lip curling beneath his helm. Bandits and highwaymen? Fools, the lot of them. What did they expect would happen when they ran across the country with impunity, looting and killing their way through the land? They should have been cowering in fear for the retribution that was sure to come, not relaxing in camp. Shortsighted idiots, the lot of them. Certainly, rape and pillage would net them wealth and pleasure in the short term. But that was no way to survive in the long term. 

Before he'd been knighted, Renar had fought alongside all sorts of men. Seen how they ended up. He'd heard of quite a few old, wealthy soldiers. Even a few old, wealthy mercenaries. Never an old, wealthy bandit. There was no future in living how one pleased with no regard. No leader would tolerate such an affront to their authority in their realm. 

As the first signals began to appear, Renar stood, gripping the haft of his poleaxe with both hands. "Sir Gerard. Sir Jerel. Let's show them our hearts. And then we'll show them theirs." He prepared to charge, joining in the battle cry.

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