[u][b]Martin Hollowsland[/b][/u]

His view was rather obscured from all the way outside the action where he was. This was fine since he was hiding in the bushes but the enemy reinforcements emerging from the bushes was [i]waaay[/i] too close for comfort, giving him a real scare. He kept his mouth shut tight of course, one of the few skills he's honed quite well over his relatively short life. From his poor vantage he could see a mess of things happening, a good amount of it centered on the enigmatic black knight hacking away at the enemy soldiers. Well, at least until the knight got it's own head lopped right off. Martin cringed at the sight of the knight's demise. He knew he should of expected that these things would happen in battle but seeing it and not being able to stop it was still a hard truth for him to swallow.

And then the knight just killed the guy that killed him, breaking their neck with a punch. Martin's eyes were wide with disbelief.

[i]'Oh goddess, that's probably an undead, isn't it? I'm eighty, possibly eighty five percent certain that's what it is. This isn't good. Who's using necromancy to aid the Iron Rose Knights? What have I gotten myself into?'[/i]

Thoughts were racing rapidly through his head in an ever-increasingly concerned tone. Much like Sir Redregard's squires however he was in no position to even say anything, let alone act upon these revelations.

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Meanwhile, as for Sir Redregard he simply gave a salute, grinning with anticipation.

[b]"Aye! Ah'll ride down any flankin' bahstids, dun't 'ya worry commanda!"[/b]

Leaving Fanilly with that difficult message to decipher he rode on out towards the rear. With spear at the forefront he swept against the flanks of the enemy's reinforcement wave, spearing men at the very edge of the line before peeling off to line up for another run at the enemy, keeping his eyes sharp for enemies units trying to pull up on the Iron Rose's own flanks.