That snapped him back to reality. He turned his head to see the silver figure of the human looming above him. The black T-shaped slit that served as the face of the helmet looked down at the pony, the creature’s expression invisible behind the impenetrable blackness. He turned away and hefted the glaive in his right hand as he walked away. “Wh- What?” Blueblood blinked in confusion. He hadn’t killed him. Why… Blueblood got shakily to his feet. The swords he carried at his flanks clinked noisily as he moved. The crowd were cheering, cheering for the human.