"Like I said, very bad timing"
Barthel was perplexed. What was going on?
The scream faded with the body dropping to the floor, revealing the killer.
Barthel's eyes shook when he saw a royal guard.
Clad in red armor, the imprint of Niton's crest was hard to miss.
"Since when did the royal guards care for such matters?!"
The guard shook off the blood on his spear.
"Since today" he said and lunged.
'Damn!" Barthel turned his horse.
Battling royal guards, in the capital no less, was no different from suicide.
"We retre-"
Simultaneously, something tore through the wind.
"DODGE!"
But it was already too late.
*Splech*
The spear pierced one of his men through one ear and out of the other.
The person wasn't able to react as he fell to the floor, dead.
The horses were scared into a frenzy and those without riders took off.
In the midst of confusion, one of the members fled.
Meanwhile, Cabrera had the group retreat.
