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A warrior of the north, armored with ensorcelled plate.

If this was [i]all[/i] they had to fight, then she would gladly partake. But for all the might, all the prowess, all the [i]wealth[/i] that this barbarian possessed, he was not a necromancer, nor even a hero on the battlefield. He was a nameless axeman who fought on the commands of a desecrator of the dead, a blasphemer of Reon’s decrees.

Two of the Iron Rose splintered off from the rest, forcing back the barbarian from his point at the entrance to the inner crypt. Sir Steffen and Sir Fleuri, a stable enough composition, so long as Flower reined in his more impulsive decisions. Even if they could only hold back the barbarian, that would be enough. Dame Cecilia called out her own positioning, and Serenity herself stepped in as well. The Ingvarr staying behind meant that, once more, there was only one shield to be ‘shared’ amongst all the remaining knights.

Her shield.

So she, of course, stepped to the front, shield raised for the unknown dangers further down.

[b]“Captain, stay in the center with the archers. Sir Gerard, cover the rear.”[/b]

For worse, they were running out of proper knights to hold a formation with. For better, they would all have a greater share of the glory in the end.