<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0a/44/73/0a447356828c3ab3ca0a98c48c7179a7.jpg)<br/>Sir Pelliton</div></div>The blow may not have toppled Pelliton to the ground, but he was still badly wounded. A trickle of blood ran down the corner of his mouth, and as the dark voids of his eyes dissipated he glowered at the Larissa with seething hatred. His tongue snaked out to lick at the blood on his chin, and then he grinned fiendishly, his mad laughter ringing out once again. "This isn't over!" he calls out. "We will meet again, and when we do I'll clap you in chains. A prize to kneel at my feet."<br/><br/>Behind the knight, five shimmering stars appeared, again in the form of that dread constellation. Then the space unfurled into a black void. Pelliton stepped backwards into the tangible darkness, and was gone, the stars winking out behind him.<br/><br/>Pelliton's men looked about, confused what to do without their lord to command them. All save for the one named Feldric. He leered at Larissa and spat. "Come on then. Looks like we're done here," he told the other. "M'lady," he sneered, before turning to lead the men off down the street.