[color=A0A0A0][h2]Fleuri Jodeau[/h2][/color]

They finally did it.  They actually defeated a Midnight Hunt, Fleuri thought.  This wasn't just a victory, this was a monumental feat comparable to the deeds of the original Iron Roses.

The knight briefly glanced over himself to check for any wounds that might have gone unnoticed.  Seeing none on himself nor on the captain, he moved to fetch the houndmaster's greataxe- it might not be his preferred type of weapn, but it'd make for a fine trophy.  He wasn't the only one collecting trophies- Renar had acquired a new cloak, and it looked like he wasn't finished gathering trophies. 

It seemed only fair that with the grossly uneven wager that they had been pressured into by the Moonlit Queen, that the Roses get [i]something[/i] tangible out of this.

Speaking of the Moonlit Queen, Fleuri hadn't forgotten what her terms were- that the fallen knights become hers.  He couldn't remember exactly if it still applied if the Roses defeated the Midnight Hunt, but it stood to reason that any deal with the fae would probably end up being interpreted in whatever manner was most advantageous to them.

Fanilly, Rolan, and Gertrude seemed none the worse for wear.  Renar was calling for Gerard and Fionn, all of whom seemed unscathed.  Tyaethe was currently being carried around by Fionn, quite the undignified continuation to what should be a triumphant victory on her part.  Fleuri, after recovering the axe, moved to check up on Arken, Yael, and Caulder.