Theodore slashed and stabbed and slashed some more. Until eventually the stream of enemies lulled. He could finally catch his breath when he witnessed a group of men go flying toward the forest. His eyes widened as he moved forward in an attempt to give himself more space from the wall behind him.
A flash of dark blue hair and pointed ears rushed across the battlefield, thinning out the numbers considerably. It was nonsensical or enthralling or any number of combinations of words that somehow didn't match his true feelings about the individual he was describing. This elf was the man he had convinced himself was causing chaos in the kingdom, yet here on the battlefield Theodore could not deny his skill.
