Was this all? Alongside his fellow knights, Renar tore through the bandits that sallied forth to face them, his poleaxe smashing their heads and ripping their guts open. Untrained, barely armed, not organized at all. There was no way these bandits could have defeated the king's regulars. Was their success only due to the might of this Bandit King? They had numbers to overwhelm innocent villagers, surely. But a unit of ordinary soldiers would have dealt with this rabble with little difficulty.

Renar brought his poleaxe down, the axe head burying itself deep into a bandit's skull. He ripped the axe out, whirling around and plunging the poleaxe's spike into another charging foe. 

And then he saw him. Jeremiah. Now Renar could understand. No armor, but that sword...Renar grimaced behind his helmet's visor. Even he'd have difficulty wielding a monstrosity like that, and Jeremiah was waving it around like a toy. Damn. Something of that size and mass, he'd have no chance of blocking. Now he saw how all of the soldiers' armor was cleaved through. 

Renar began to turn towards Sir Gerard. He'd been fighting beside the man for most of this battle. But he wasn't there. The man was busy tending to one of the prisoners. Damn. Renar hefted his poleaxe up, glancing around for any stray bandits who could take advantage of Gerard's situation. The man was a noble one, to be certain. But he wasn't paying attention. Busy reassuring the girl. Well. Fortunate for Sir Gerard that Renar wasn't exactly inclined to let him get killed. Even more fortunate that there weren't any stray bandits to assault the distracted knight and prisoner.

"Damn it, woman, just take the spear..." Renar grumbled under his breath as the girl took [i]eons[/i] to simply take a weapon for herself. After what seemed like forever, she finally armed himself, freeing Sir Gerard of his distraction and Renar of his charge. With a brief nod at the man as he turned back towards the battle, Renar joined Gerard in his charge. 

[@HereComesTheSnow]