Ralph
Sir Bryan Verandus, Harronheart Village


"There's too many of them!" He spoke, twisting his sword as he get himself into his combat stance and prepared himself to fight for what is to come. Their enemies outnumbered them greatly, from his view. What troubles him the most in this situation was the archers from the rooftop, that is.

"Form a spearhead formation! Shields up!" He commanded as he raise his blade to signal his forces. If they were to retreat from this place, they would've make their way outta here then. Supposedly, soldiers that are armed with shield stood on the front, holding the line while defending the ones that were following them from behind. They can raise the shield up to block projectiles at them in any cases, that is.

He looked back at the elderly knight with a serious look on him and gave him a nod to lead the charge. The fellow knight helped the wounded man on his shoulders and left it to one of the mens to take care of him as he gather along the others in the rearguard.

"Vaughn," He commanded his friend. "Help the old man, will ya?" He said, looking at him with a smile he could hardly bring over his face despite the situation before doing his job.
Dianne
**The streets of the village**

"Flank them!" From atop one of the rooftops, Viktor Randholh commanded the bandits to surround the small group. The blond boy's intent was making sure the soldiers would get attacked from all directions, preventing them from making a shieldwall. Interestingly enough, only the bandits followed his command without question. His fellow brotherhood members were more reclutant to follow his orders.

The next clash was fierce. The undisciplined brigands crashed against the serrated ranks of the soldiers, and blood began to cover the slabs of the street. Some kids of the sable brotherhood joined them not long after. Blades and lances sunk deep into the flezh, tearing skin and limbs as their made their way out of the bodies with swift eficiency. Battlecries and shouts of rage mixed with screams of pain as the melee grew thicker, but eventually the bandits had to retreat.

They had managed to wound several members of the garrison, but they had killed none. By contrast, several of thier own laid cold on the ground, while others were still letting out deafening screams and contorting on the ground from their pain-induced spasms.

Hubert himself had managed to wound one of the black reavers in the chaos, and an unusual one at that. A kid, no more than fourteen, if his appearance was anything to go by. Quite the odd sight among the largely pubescent members of his gang. Randholm shouted at him from atop his rooftop as soon as he fell back from combat:

"Reywin, you little pussy! It's a fucking old man! Get back into the fight and kill him! You got ten men by your side, stop being fucking useless!"
Ralph
Sir Bryan Verandus, Harronheart Village streets

The battle was fierce, and bloody as hell as it should be. It was no expectation to the fellow knight as this was bound to happen already the moment they made their decisions. Most of them were scattered before they could form the formation, but they stayed in small groups. Bryan had three of his men at his side when it happen, and eventually, they engaged.

He didn't even move. He held at his position as he waited for his foes to come forward to him instead. He punched one bandit, who stumbled backward after a attempt charge, whirled to slice the throat of another charging bandit behind him at ease with his longsword due to its long range of attack, then completed a full circle to seize another bandit's head and slam it into the dusty, hard-packed earth. Before bringing his own self down to his knees as he thrust his blade into the man's heart deeply to make sure he was gone. 


He looked up for a moment, catching his breath. He had the gist of the battle in his mind. The gruesome and crimson liquid spills over his helmet. He looked over at his small group of men that were with him. Two of them were fine, but one seems to has been stabbed in the stomach.

"He's bleeding," The bearded-haired soldier spoke. He said in a quick manner due to the situation before them. "But he'll live." He pointed out, trying to reassured the fellow knight. Bryan nodded in response, and went on to aid the others as cunning as he could. 

As he ran to save one of the men who were about to get killed by one of the bandits and got it in time, the fellow knight turned to see who was shouting from above as he heard. It was the blonde man he encountered during his short-lived prison in the caves, ordering peoples to do his deeds. *Fight like a man.* That's what he thought of. Talking won't do anything until you do it by yourself.

Before he could call out to him about it, he was intercepted by one of the bandits just in time to block a blow from him and engaged with him in battle at ease.