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Markus
The rain had just begun to fall over the field of battle. Far below the grey clouds lay a vast field, laced with low hills and small stands of trees.
The knight's hair hung lank with sweat as he dispatched his most recent foe. His once burnished armour was now battered and streaked with blood and grime. Around him the battle raged on, neither side showing any mercy and neither side with any thoughts of surrender. Casting his eyes skywards the man murmured a quick prayer for the solider he had just slain and he advanced forwards, once more seeking an enemy.
Markus was of average size and clean shaven although his long black hair was matted with blood. His grey eyes moved ceaselessly as he advanced through the bodies of the dead and dying, passing between the knots of men who still fought. His armour proclaimed his allegiance, the iconic suns on each shoulder and then the elaborate decorations adorning his breastplate marked him as a middling level knight in the Solarium knighthood. The Solarium Knighthood. The name meant that the knighthood was an canopy which covered all of the knights as they stood to defend the light.
A few feet ahead another knight howled and fell as an axe bit into his side. As the knight fell his assailant was revealed. A brutish monstrosity of a man, this soldier was massive, his great axe easily matching Markus's height. Seeing Markus the soldier grinned around his thick red beard and bashed his hand against his chest in a mock salute, holding the axe easily in his second hand. Markus brought his own blade up to his temple in a more formal response.
Without warning the solider sprang into action, swinging the axe towards Markus's midriff. Markus stepped fluidly to the side and after the axe had sailed through he sliced at the man's arm. There was a screech as the blade slid along the soldier's armour. With a growl the soldier retaliated, throwing a quick punch at Markus's unarmoured head. Once more he simply sidestepped the blow and again he retaliated, this time aiming a backhand slash at the man's head. Lightning quick the soldier blocked the blow with the haft of his axe. As Markus withdrew his blade the soldier chopped at Markus's leg, hoping to catch him off balance. Markus leapt backwards, scrambling to avoid the heavy axe. The soldier staggered as the axe sailed by the knight and Markus seized his advantage. Stepping in close he drove the blade up into the soldier's belly. They froze for a moment as the axe fell from the soldier's fingers. Slowly the man slumped to the ground, shock painted across his features. Coolly Markus cleaned his blade on the soldier’s cloak.
Carefully looking around Markus left the fallen soldier. Without a backwards glance he moved off into the battle to find another to dispatch. This day was far from done.