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The Slovian Lancer sneers, still astride his mount as he comes for you once again, his lance leveled at your chest. Before he has a chance to commit to a final charge, you suddenly feel a pain erupt from your chest as another's lance pierces clean through it. All your sense scream of the danger, but you simply could not finish the Slovian before this other enemy reached you. You are lifted up into the air, spitted on the end of a Lencian Knight's weapon. With a curse he hurls your body to the ground. Your troops, seeing their leader's defeat, lose all nerve, and quickly fall back to the city's broken walls. In only a few minutes, they will meet their deaths as well, once this enemy cavalry has reformed and engages them once more. For you however, you life bleeding out into the field of battle, the hopes of Helgedad die with you. Your life and your mission come to a pitiful end here.

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