Vulparan Family/Daario/A First Taste of Battle

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Beads of sweat run like a stream down Sir Daario's face - the knuckles under his gauntlets whitening in the strength of the vice-like grip on his arming sword and face taught in concentration. Besides him, the men of the Vulparan Foxes shout and jeer at the oncoming monstrous foe, far more stalwart in the face of the deadly danger they pose. "You fight for me! We fight for our liege, the realm, and for our queen!" The knight yells above the clamour of those eager to meet combat, his voice breaking as he cries out, "CHARGE!" Breaking out into a sprint, Daario begins to lose all feeling - his arms numb, his body feels alien, his mind drifts. His thoughts swerve but meander, his eyes in focus but not a focus of his own, his body relaxes and tightens. He shouts out, sees arrows overhead perhaps, or maybe just rain. His sword arm swings, a falling body blocks his vision, his shield digs into flesh. The knight's face is pallid, one of his men - prostrate and bloodied - receives treatment. Festering corpses litter the battlefield.