[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Milo coldly wrenches his lance from the body of the now dead mage and spins back into a defensive posture.  It had been an almost surprisingly long time since he had taken someone's life, any rustiness he had felt during the last battle was quickly fading away.  His mind briefly wages a war between the visceral, adrenal thrill battle gave and the distaste he now has for it.  At least now it was directed at people who, if not outright deserving of it, were needed for the greater good.

He jerks towards the other soldier on their side of the river and the oncoming ones across the bridge. 


"Who is next?  I'm right here, if you dare!"