Berengar gazed at the scene before him. Moments ago, the Austrian and rebel forces had caught the soldiers of Luxembourg in a pincer attack. A slaughter was unfolding as the Austrians retreated from the firing range and unleashed their own volleys upon the unsuspecting knights and men at arms who valiantly defended the ruins of the city gatehouse.
However, just as the City's defenders were about to be annihilated, a man rode out through the palace gates and towards the city's entrance waving a white flag. Sitting upon horseback in front of him was none other than the bastard of luxembourg who was bound and gagged. The moment Berengar saw this scene, a wicked smile formed on his face as he ordered a ceasefire among his forces.
"Hold your fire! Hold your fire! The enemy surrenders!"
