"Honour…" he said through quiet breath, as the light dimmed from his eyes, and the blood ran to leave his body.
"I swear it," Oliver said, answering it as though it was a question. Gently, ever so gently, in a storm of arrows, he lowered the Commandant to the ground.
"Thank you for your assistance, Yamon," Oliver said, acknowledging the man that had carried a shield for him. "Tell the others – careful with the dead. There is no need to disrespect them any more than we already have."
"Yes, Captain," the man replied, looking slightly pale, as arrows continued to sail past the two of them by the barest of an inch.
