Sir Shane made no effort to deflect or avoid the coming blow. The knight simply stood there, completely unmoving, and observed the putrid corpse's final attack arc through the air. Were his master here, Sir Shane knew the older knight would chastise him for making such a foolhardy decision. Chastisement of overly reckless behaviour had been a common complaint from his master during Sir Shane's time as the man's squire. But Sir Shane foresaw no trouble coming of this particular instance. After all, even if he weren't wearing full plate armor, the dead man's newfound lack of a head and the eyes it came with reminded Sir Shane of a saying popular among the sneakier sort of fighting men: 'You can't hit what you can't see.'
Sir Shane heaved a sigh of relief as he rode past Willow before any harm could come to her. Only to gasp the sigh back in as he saw what it was that had frightened her so. "What in the sight of The One's third eye?" Sir Shane breathed in shock as he reigned Flutter to a halt. As the undead corpse shambled forwards, Sir Shane dismounted and turned to Flutter. "The girl needn't see what comes next." The knight told his horse. Flutter whinnied in agreement before moving to stand in front of Willow at such an angle that she wouldn't be able to see Sir Shane or his opponent.
With that done, the knight approached the putrid corpse and spoke. "If any vestige of the man you once were remains, lay down your weapon." Sir Shane implored the dead man, his knightly code of chivalry compelling him to seek a peaceful resolution before resorting to violence. "I give you my word we will lay you to rest with all the rites you were denied on your first death and more."
The corpse's simple reply was to grip its spear and thrust forward.
Sir Shane, honorable though he was, was by no means a fool. He was already fairly certain the undead creature before him was too far gone to be reasoned with, and so the knight had anticipated the attack. Redirecting the path of the thrust with a gauntleted fist, Sir Shane grunted as the spear tip bounced harmlessly off of his pauldron. "So be it." Sir Shane said, before drawing his sword and aiming a severing strike at his adversary's neck with one swift motion.
Sir Shane listened intently as Kyle listed off the ingredients. There had been a time before, when he was still a squire, that the cleansing rites needed to be performed. However, the acolyte tasked with readying the needed materials for the ritual had made the smallest of errors that wrought the direst of consequences when the cleansing was enacted. Had it not been for the quick thinking of his master, everyone prese-
Sir Shane was moving before he even consciously recognized what he was hearing as a scream of terror. He dropped into a crouch and laid Malcolm's shrouded corpse on the ground as respectfully as he could in his haste. The knight swiftly crossed himself and gave the Red Marshal one final nod, before launching himself off in the direction of the girl with all the speed he could muster.
"FLUTTER!" Sir Shane called out as he ran.
A neigh from somewhere behind him let the knight know his mount was on the way. Moments passed at what seemed to Sir Shane like eternities as he watched whatever was in the barley make its way closer and closer to Willow, then the sound of thundering hooves coming up behind him let the knight know that he was not alone. Sir Shane leapt to the side as Flutter drew level with him, slipping his sabaton into the foot loop as he climbed up onto the horse and into the saddle. "YAH!" Sir Shane cried with a flick of the reins, bringing Flutter to top speed as they raced towards their charge.
"Then it is settled." Sir Shane declared. "Once the last rites have been performed on Malcolm, you shall lead us to this black mud so that the cleansing rites may be performed upon it." Sir Shane looked over to the priest then. "Minister Kyle, would you have what you need for both of these rituals?"
"A putrid black mud-like substance that moves of its own accord? Then something truly is afoot in the Dales..." Sir Shane said to himself before addressing the farmer and priest. "Once Malcolm is laid to rest, would you be able to lead us to where you found this?" Sir Shane asked Patrick. "What you have discovered may be an evil presence that must be cleansed, lest it gain the ability to move and enacts its evil upon the Dales."