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Kayden might be Prince of the Empire, and he flaunted it when it suited him, but he was raised to lead men in battle. To face down an opponent and slay them, riding and charging from the front. The leader aspect might be for the professors here, and truth be told the other guild leaders had more loyalty from the other students than he. They had earned it and he didn't begrudge them. But he could still make good on the 'battle' aspect of his education prior to his schooling here, and Kayden Von Hresvelg was not going to sit by while the bandit leader was still up. 

He charged forward to join the others despite the aches from exertion and the small stabs he felt as his clothing raked along the cuts he had received. The sensations of pain fell away when he saw Euphemia being grabbed the neck! It was as if the entirety of the students present received a boost from the Goddess with how they conducted themselves. She wasn't Kayden's professor, but he felt rage at the affront all the same. 

Kayden saw Auberon rush in like a bull and Jorah loosed an arrow. Even students from behind the Bandit Leader appeared and attacked! The man was built like an armored carriage; they needed all the help they could get. He sprinted as fast as he could whilst still being in control of his sword, his adrenaline pumping, his heart beat roaring in his ears. Ignoring the wheeze of his breathing, he sidestepped Auberon and redirected his blade once he reached the leader. 

[color=4851AA]"Die, fool!"[/color] He cried, his sword whipping in the air before he thrust it forward with all his strength. The Prince of the Empire attempted to shove his blade into the unprotected area below the armpit, now even further exposed from the strap of his armguard having been cut. He prayed to the Goddess this was enough to finally end the brute.