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[hr][@Rune_Alchemist][@Crimson Paladin][@VitaVitaAR][@A Lowly Wretch]

As the other members of the queen's retinue tore into the ranks of oncoming bandits, Reinhardt remained stealthily concealed within the tall grasses; awaiting any would-be stragglers that thought they'd make it all the way to the gate. Despite the utter slaughter happening around the bandits-- the few that survived the onslaught; rather than breaking and fleeing for their lives, seemed to almost believe reaching the gate would make them safe...

Such narrow thinking was almost pitiable, but as a Knight, Reinhardt was duty-bound to cut down the would-be raiders without hesitation.

He did not hesitate.

The first of the bandits to draw near Reinhardt's position would see only the glow of something like molten iron-- before flashing steel would cleave through his side and splatter viscera across his knavish fellows. The second had barely a moment to scream before the Knight's fist connected with his chest, his ribs buckling and breaking under the sheer force of the blow as he was thrown across the plain like a child discarding a doll. The third froze in terror as his helmet split beneath the force of Reinhardt's blade; splitting the poop bastard straight down the center.

A child of the Dragonslayer stood before the gate, his chest blazing like a blacksmith's furnace, and his armor coated in gore. His cold and focused eyes watched for those who would dare to approach the settlement still.