Alister found himself grinning slightly, a sign that he was uncomfortable or nervous. It started years ago when something like this meant that he'd be able to push himself to his limits, seeing exactly what he was capable of, but these days, it was little more then a muscle reflex. He watched as the soldiers approached, his mouth twitching as his body tried to let more of a grin escape.<br/><em>"Man, I hope this works..."</em><br/><br/>As the soldiers got closer, Alister rose his arms in the air and dropped his sword to the ground.<br/>"I surrender, I know that we can't win this fight..."<br/><br/>His heart started to hammer in his chest, causing him to worry about how his allies would interpret this. He hadn't told them that he had planned on feigning a yield, so he hoped that they would catch on, and take this as a queue to attack.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Kain's eyes stalked a particularly fast horseman as he stormed the battlefield, that one seemed like a man on a mission. While he continued to make his way to the battlefield, he kept an eye on the other horseman, instantly U turning when he realized who the dark armored man's target was. Speeding back to Lelian, he placed his spear in the path of the knight's sword, blocking the strike.<br/>"Attacking a woman? a curate!? How low are you people!?"<br/><br/>He glared at him, even though he knew this man for all of three seconds, he had a feeling that this man stood for everything that Kain hated. Attacking the weak, exploiting cheap tactics, and doing whatever it took to win. Such combat ploys were unforgivable to Kain.<br/>"Now you answer to me."