Bulvard leapt to his feet, his elegant broadsword in hand, in a flash. He struck at the newcomer with the flat of his blade.
The man, fell to the ground stunned, sprawling. Even as the huge warrior brought down his weapon in a killing blow at the stunned man, Elwyn moved between the two men.
"Stop!" she yelled, her voice trembling. "He is not the enemy," the elf maid's breath came in short gasps.
Bulvard merely loomed over the fallen man, like a brooding giant of slaughter and destruction. All signs of what ailed him, now completely a thing of fading memory.
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IN STEEL I TRUST, BY CROM!
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