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[hr][@Rune_Alchemist][@A Lowly Wretch][@Pyromania99]

Reinhardt's iron grip on the ropes finally released the massive beast's body fell limp. With a gentle huff, the knight leapt to the ground with hefty thud, dusting himself off idly as the glow from his chest would slowly fade. He eyed the battlefield calmly, his left hand reaching about his side to dislodge a pair of arrows that had embedded themselves between a gap in his plates of armor. Wrapping his fingers tightly around the pair of shafts and jerked his wrist sharply; the two projectiles falling to the ground, their heads coated in a thin layer of crimson.

Before the Knight would return to the keep as his Queen had ordered, he browsed the selection of weapons that had been left behind by the slaughtered bandits, quickly selecting a sword and sheathing it on his hip before turning toward the gate-- only stopping for a moment as he'd turn his attention to Od. [color=darkorange]"You might be able to regenerate from any injury..."[/color] he spoke coldly; his voice held in a stoic monotone, [color=darkorange]"I'd advise you stop hurling yourself at the enemy that recklessly. You expose yourself to unnecessarily taking blows that reduce your combat effectiveness to land attacks you should be able to manage regardless. It's unbefitting of a knight."[/color]

Without waiting for a response, he'd continue on toward the keep.