Tesso bridge fight

*Auorix stood before the Blade Lord on the bridge, gazing deeply into his heavy visage*

"Lord Amunsol...we have business to finish"

Yet the words came out slowly. They felt tainted. For the moment Auorix stood facing the small band of 4 from the Order. But this time he knew a little about the men serving their Lord.

The younger Squire, Tartarus. We and Allen had crossed swords for a brief moment in the skrimish just minutes ago near the center of town. Yet I see him now, a bead of sweat down the side of his face..hand on his blade. If his liege twitched towards engagement, his blade would be instantly behind it.

Draton and Blooddrinker were growing increasingly concerned with their current situation. I saw Draton's eyes focused on the path back towards the center of the town...and at the stream of banners and colors coming from the tavern. Blooddrinker seemed less sure of his experience...but not much less than Draton. With inexperience there is a higher chance resulting to conflict...Auorix had to be cautious of them...then again, he knew their Lord had disciplined them well.

Auorix noticed Ramsmeat and Allen farther back. Their features hidden from his sight but he knew he would see more of the same in the Orders men. Discipline, confidence, and reason.

As Lord Amunsol spoke, Auorix felt disgusted. His gut told him to engage now would not be honor. It would cause a chain reaction of the mob closing to rush the numerically inferior foe. The untrained mob was fickle with no unity of command to guide them.

Lord Amunsol knew this as well. Auorix could see it in his eyes. This was not the battlefield to decide that which was contested. This would be a battlefield of principle. Showing that few stood against many for what they believed in.

It was at that moment Auorix thought he was on the wrong side...for a moment.

His gut told him loyalty to Conan is honor. His faithfulness would be unquestioned.

How he wished at that moment for some horde of demons to come pouring over the hillside so that they all would have a common enemy to combine for...little did Auorix expect those demons to show up but in more common forms he is used to seeing. Forms that cause good men and women to fall from grace and those that riddle the continent in war, pain, famine, and every other manner of suffering.

Those forms were ego, pride, assumptions, ignorance, and misconception.

"There will be a time for our battle Lord Amunsol, and when that time finally arrives...I may not want to be victorious then." Auorix whispers to himself after the majority of combat had ceased that night.