Seeing Leosydas's unconscious body slowly being dragged away, Laykash felt a fire lit under him.
He felt that he could never rest easy for the rest of his life if let this prize slip away after coming so close.
Thus thinking on the spot, Laykash did this.
The mad lad rushed in front all alone, charging straight towards the enemy line, his intention- to get close enough and throw his dagger at the body!
But alas!
How could such an endeavor be so easy?
And as he was dashing in front, he spotted another bulky man stepping up to block his path, a greatsword in hand.
And though he was one of the last ones in the way, that would be likely enough.
Laykash knew that if he got mixed up in the melee with him, the 'king' would be dragged off to safety.
The heavens seemed really, really determined to keep Leosydas alive.
And so Laykash did what came naturally to him, as his eyes caught that familiar glint of the shiny armor.
