Julian's laughter echoed over the battlefield, a sharp, almost unnerving sound amidst the carnage. He ducked under an enemy's clumsy swing, driving his dagger into the man's gut before shoving him aside. "This is almost too easy!" he called out, his grin wide and unrepentant. "Do these fools even know how to hold a sword?"
Lucian, ever the quieter of the two, rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress a faint smirk as he dispatched another soldier with a clean thrust to the throat. "Focus, Julian," he muttered, though his tone lacked true admonishment.
Julian sidestepped another attack, spinning on his heel to bring his blade across the throat of an unsuspecting soldier. "Focus? Oh, come on, brother! Where's the fun in that?" He spun around again, his movements quick and precise, his blade finding its home in the chest of yet another Mbuzuorian soldier.
