Cyrus rolled his eyes when he heard his High Paladin peer's voice. "Don't you have to go lick his majesty's boots clean or something?" He turned to the High Paladin. "And i'm not "siding with the enemy." I handily defeated her, as you can see. There is no honor in killing one so far from your own skill level." He approached the High Paladin. "But if you have a problem with that, let's talk about it." He reached up and gripped his Swallow. He looked back at his fallen adversary. "You might want to leave. I predict that this is about to get messy."