"AHHHHHHHHHHRRGRGGR!"

A sickening gurgle sounds from the slain peasant woman. In her still arms lies an infant child.

Noticing this Aron quickly grabs the infants legs an proceeds to bash its head into the near brick wall until the wailing stops.

*BAM*

*CRUNCH*

*BAM*

*SMASH*

*SMASH*

Aron inspects his work and a smile creeps along the right corner of his thin lips. The infant's head is no more, what remains is only the neck along with some hanging flesh of the scalp. Aron disposes of the carcass by throwing it inside a window along the same brick wall. To his right stands Mathious, a comrade and like-minded individual.

Matheus and Aron always seemed to have an understanding of each other and were therefore comfortable with speaking informally

"Holy shit!", Matheus laughs with barely containable excitement. Matheus is always such a positiv person.

"You really minced that meat!! BAHAHAH!!", Matheus erupted with laughter, being driven solely by adrenaline.

And that adrenaline was contagious.

"Mahahahahaaa", Aron laughs

"Holy fuck, this is holy fucking justice", Aron yells whilst panting in between every word.

Around them knights keep running further down the streets of the feeble village being purged.

Matheus looks at Aron with a wide smile plastered on his face and says.

"Haha, yeah but be carefull as to not alert our superiors of our foul language"

Aron looks at him with a semi-serious face and indulges him.

"Why of course, how could I, a holy knight ever stain my mind with such babarack remarks"

He says while holding his smile back.

Another knight comes to a halt behind them, his heavy armour revealing his presence. Aron and Matheus turned simultaneously.

"Sir Aron, Sir Matheus", the knight says with a nod

"Sir Bennedikt", Matheus says in greeting

"Orders from priest Martin", Bennedikt says

"Proceed", Aron says with a professional look and stoic tone

Bennedikt proceeds

"You are both to join the cavalry, preparing to chase down the escaping swines", he says not portraying any emotion.

"Where are we to assemble?, Matheus asks curiously.

To the east of the village currently being purified, lies a small forested area where escape would be optimal, since the tall birch trees give cover to anyone escaping through the frosty forests environment. To the west, south and north lies only open white plains.

"You are both to assemble near the southeast part of camp, in approximately 15 minutes time"

"And in the unfortunate event, that you do not sho-"

"-Do not be concerned, sir Bennedikt" Matheus interrupts

"We shall leave for the designated location given, immediately"

Bennedikt gives a small frown and continues with protocol.

"Orders conveyed" Bennedikt says, while standing af little straighter.

In unison Aron and Matheus reply

"Orders received!".

With a slight smile Bennedikt turns around and slowly runs to another pair of knights. One of them being Atrox who's gotten his shortsword stuck in-between a toddler's ribcage.

This brings a smile to Aron's face.

"Let's go" Matheus says, frustrated at the sight of Atrox' incompetence.

Both of them run back to the entry point of the village, where the carnage began. There they find their steeds munching on som grass, that has been spared from the continent's cold embrace.

"Hey" Matheus starts

"wanna make a bet?" he asks wickedly

intrigued Aron answers

"Why not?", he says in a wary tone.

Looking towards the white forest Matheus takes a deep breath before speaking. "Let's see who can slay the most swine" His words were followed by his varm breath being turned into a white mist.

Aron doesn't reply but he just smiles. Wide and genuin.