With Dawn the Dawn Breaker chased away by Red Bull, I was left alone in the middle of a chaotic battlefield wondering just what the hell happened to me that I actually saved my enemy's life.
And while I stood there feeling clueless about the sudden turn of events, a few enemy soldiers thought to take advantage of my appearance and attacked me.
I was thankful to them because their charge required a simple answer, and that at least returned my focus on current events.
The first attacker, an elf with a spiral face tattoo wielding a pike in both hands, thrust his weapon toward me.
I slapped it aside with a single swipe of my falchion, and in the few moments where he was unbalanced after his attack, I drove forward and shoved my falchion deep into his gut and felt the blade pierce the other end of him.
