Beregond turned and knocked a Bestigor from his feat, cleaving his head clear off his shoulders before it could reach Lord Marcel. Alexander smiled and continued to push. "Now is your time, knights of Bretonnia, where in the darkest moments of our lives we shall prevail. No evil shall remain before us, no Chaos shall taint us, no beast will be left standing before the day is done." Alexander shouted. The men were being rallied to the cause, beginning to push the beasts back into the forest. "Brothers, strike your foes down and let none stand in your..." Alexander was cut off.

"That is enough out of you." Beregond muttered. His dagger, a heart-wrenching tool, placed firmly through Alexander's throat. The gurgling noise of blood coughed out of Lord Marcel's throat and mouth simultaneously, dropping to his knees, there were no words said, only the utter silence of betrayal. Beregond's dark eyes turned to the Beasts of Chaos as they slaughtered the knights of Bretonnia in a massed charge through the woods. His laugh- maniacal, his heart- cold; what Gods had tainted him pleased him just the same. "To l'Ambertrou; there is a family I would like to visit." He shouted to the beasts before injecting his blade through the flesh of another knight.

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