: "
Tch."
Akira stared silently at the crumpled up form of the boy, partly out of shock at the sheer audacity of it, and partly because he couldn't quite decide what to do next.
Yes, it was a hopeless quarrel, it didn't take a room full of tactical genii to glance at his wounds, the unconscious state of most of the party (one of whom had already chosen to flee when they were still conscious), and the unquestionable nature of the enemy's advantage in both numbers, and morale to come to the honest conclusion that they were screwed.
And yes, his family's honor would be on the line if he
did something to step out of line, but....it wasn't
just his family's honor at stake here. The fair knight had a point, as hopeless as it was, they were honor bound to bring the boy, Noah, back to his family unharmed, (By a promise made to a pack of mewling children, but still) and it was quite clear now that giving the boy over to the corisian soldiers and magi would
not fulfill that promise.
And that really, unless he wanted to be known as 'Akira, the samurai who stands idly while a child is clubbed into unconsciousness for being in the wrong place and time' from now on, there was really, only one thing he could do.
: "
And that's enough of that."
He declared, while he briskly walks away from Arnvidar to approach the prone form of Noah, very quickly drawing his blade as he put on a defensive stance.
: "
I, Akira Akiyama have sworn an oath to bring this boy back to his parents unharmed, and I'll be damned if I just stand here and let you lot make a sport of abusing his body."
: "
That's what I think he would have said anyway."