[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]
[@VitaVitaAR][@Raineh Daze][@Crimson Paladin]

His bones shook as the blow sunk home, the raw momentum brought about by the flight's velocity brought to an explosive stop at the moment of impact, threatening to jolt his joints to paste—

And then, the conspirator's chest gave beneath the weight of the blow, and momentum resumed.

As the spindly body of the now-thoroughly pulverized necromancer was sent flying, Gerard's long arc through the air finally terminated with him reuniting with terra firma. Cast into a spin by the rotational force of his swing, the knight tumbled end over end for a short distance, smashing old bones beneath his weight as the arcane framework keeping them aloft fizzled out.

A loud thud from behind, as he skidded to a halt on stone. He craned his swirling head—

[color=goldenrod][i]Damn. I really launched him.[/i][/color]

And as the Captain marched forward to deliver the coup de grace, the humble and weary greenhorn forced himself to sit up, one arm propped against the floor whilst the other, loosely holding Dawn's Break, rested upon an upturned knee. The debate regarding the grieving mage washed over his ears, heard but mostly unlistened to.

With the tension and rush of battlefield furor leaving him, every ache Gerard had condemned his muscles to seemed to come alight, and his only rejoinders to any conversation were slow, ragged panting. His vision was affixed upon the armored corpse opposite even as it swam, golden eyes pinned to the inscrutable shadows of the visor, searching.

...

... He was gone. In the wake of his returning soul was left only a statue.

Gerard pulled a slow breath in...

[color=goldenrod][i]It was an honor, Sir.[/i][/color]

And let it out, before his eyes flicked back to the trio in front of him. Not his place to arbitrate any of that, for a whole slew of reasons—

[color=goldenrod]"Sir Fleuri."[/color]

—Yet all the same, he found his voice as he raised the blessed morningstar aloft. On his face, a crooked, tired smile.

[color=goldenrod]"Sorry to interrupt, but I oughta hand this back before I get too attached."[/color]