Since more troops had arrived, Kadrian was taking a much-needed break at the back of the lines. He had several long cuts down his torso, and a particularly deep cut in his cheek. It had been healed so there would not be much of a scar, but the healers didn't have the time to take care of his other wounds, and Kadrian had given away his vulnerary. The pain of the cuts was not very bad, but it was still excruciating. He could feel his blood leaking out, trying to coagulate into much-needed scabs. It wasn't scabbing over, though, and Kadrian couldn't think of a more pathetic death than by bleeding to death from wounds that could be healed. Quite stupid of him.
"All of the healers are at the front line, I can't go back up there. Robert's up there too, for some reason."
Kadrian couldn't understand knights. Their nobility and courteousy confused him, but he was just beginning as a royal guard, and had already been told to wash his mouth out at least forty times, for his breath smelled. Kadrian sighed.
"To hell with it, I might as well go back up there. I can hope in one hand that a healer will come, and shit in the other, which one will fil up first?!"
Kadrian was obviously not going to try that, but just followed it's meaning. He unsheathed the silver sword, starting to tarnish and rust from exposure to blood and bodily fluids.
"I need to polish this."
Kadrian sheathed the sword again, and ran into the mass.
"Hey! Sake!! I have a wound!"
Sake was taking care of someone else. He was right up at the line, and was constantly summoning phantoms to cover him.
"Sake!! I'll cover you if you heal me!"
Sake obviously heard this, because he stopped summoning and focused on his patient. The poor soldier was really bad, probably just clinging to life. Kadrian ran up beside Sake's phantom protector and started slashing.
"Hey, what's your name, phantom?"
Kadrian said jokingly. He knew it wouldn't answer, for it only did the will of it's master, which was killing bad guys, right now. Kadrian once again paid attention to the battle and stabbed a mage who was about to try and conjure a thunder upon Sake's patient. Sake's magical resistance was too great for him to harm, so he was trying to kill someone else. Asshole. Kadrian kicked the mage off of his sword, pulling out of his body. With the same move, he cut the tendon of a hero charging up. The hero, no longer able to manuever his wrist, put his sword into the ground and kneeled, accepting defeat.
"Nergal's troops have a shred of honor? This must be a mercenary."
Thought Kadrian. He let the valiant mercenary retreat, and focused upon a rival myrmidon. This was more dangerous. As a fellow soldier of swordplay, he knew this soldier knew where his sword would do the most damage. The swordsman lunged, angling his sword towards the space in Kadrian's ribcage, for his heart. Kadrian leapt sideways, let the sword graze his stomach, and let out a lash with his blade. He pierced his enemy's heart in the same way the rival swordsman had tried to do to him. His enemy crumpled, quickly bleeding to death. Then, he noticed a face he though he had come upon far too muchly as a coincidence.
"Hey, Robert. Need help?"
"I need every single piece of-"
Robert dodged an incoming arrow.
"-help I can get."
Kadrian assumed a position on Robert's flank, cutting the hapless fool who ignored him.
"Kadrian! Your wounds!"
Oh.
Sake ran up as quickly as he could in his thick robe layering. He chanted a few words, his heal staff glowed slightly, and the pain and cuts disappeared.
"Great, thanks Sake."
"I live to serve mankind."
As Sake paced off to engage a Druid, Kadrian encountered another adept swordsman.
"Here we go again..."