With the help of Rickart and Erin, Darwyn was pulled under a tree, shading him from the setting sun.
Darwyn's armor was intricately made to not let a small part of his skin visible to the enemy. It was like water, flowing from his neck down to his tasses (a loose metal that covered his waist) and greaves. Behind Darwyn's expensive-looking armor was a hole, melted big enough to show his undershirt and skin. Like an acid that etched a metal making a hole. A spell, or a chemical. Ned thought, looking at the melted ocean-blue armor.
Darwyn was laid up-side-down. It took what left of Rickart's strength to pull the Knight with care down the tree.
Keesha then knelt beside Darwyn while Erin stumbled with his feet behind her. Poor kid. Ned thought while looking at Erin with uneasiness in his eyes. Rickart knelt, left of Darwyn, with his wounded knee raised near his chest while the other leg laid straight. Ned stood to Darwyn's right.
