As the War horns were sung, Grand Master Black could not help but feel proud as he stood by the side of Sir Taric and King Erik himself. He had waited for this moment for too long, the rebels heretics needed to be shown the error of their ways.
The King's fine plate put his own mail to shame, though practical, was nowhere near as fanciful as his own. Truth be told the Order was still small and had little coin to spend on the mastercraft armourers. As the walls burned and the men began to move forward to meet the rebels in the burning village, Knavston took one final look over his weapons and armour. His short sword hung in it's scabbard by his side, merely backup in case he lost his primary weapon, a rather fearsome looking black-steel flail.
As the battle heated up, (both literally and figuratively) The Grand Master did his best to stay close to the King's side. Flames burned brightly on all sides of him as he swung his flail in a fierce arc down on the head of one of the rebel soldier's, his skull giving away like a thin egg-shell under the flail's enormous power. Without missing a beat he swung the his weapon around once more, letting the spiked ball connect with another soldier square in the chest,puncturing through metal and sending him sprawling to the wet earth. As he prepared to deliver the finishing blow, he felt a heavy object colliding his his left shoulder blade, knocked him off balance and sending shooting pain up his arm. Stumbling forward, he lost grip of his shield as he tried to turn to meet the unknown threat. His shoulder throbbing in pain, he glanced to spy a rebel with a large hammer readying another strike. In desperation he threw up his flail towards the hammer, it's long chain wrapping itself around the shaft of the rebel's weapon and pulled, the hammer and his grip on the flail were lost and fell close by in a tangled mess into the mud nearby the armoury.
The young rebel soldier eyed the mess of weapons for a moment, then quickly lunged for them. But a moment was all Black needed, as he scrambled to pull the short sword from it's scabbard and point the weapon at the rebel's throat. The rebel watched him with fearful eyes, the fight gone out of him as he stumbled on the slick ground, he raised his hands in surrender.
“Your actions have determined your next life, let us hope you lead a better one next time.” Without hesitation he plunged the blade of the sword through the young rebel's neck. His eyes locked with those of the soldier as the fear and emotion drained out of them. In a few moment, he was at peace. It was then, that he glanced around to see the flames dying and the screams starting to settle. The shouts of battle were replaced with the cries of the dying, it seemed that the Kingdom had won.
Later as the dying and wounded were being tended to, the Grand Master had made his way back to Camp, his battered armour still on. His arm throbbed dully, but there were others who needed attention more than himself. He imagined it was broken, or at least pulled from it's socket. Though it hurt, he smiled as he caught sight of the rebel leader in chains. He remained silent as Hikari barked his nonsense at the King and then to him, spouting nonsense about being just and some sillyness about a creature named Lucifer. This man truly knew nothing of God, Knavston thought to himself.
“He will not be joining you in any underworld, scum. For he has already ascended to heaven, and Everyone always has another chance. Even a vile heretic such as yourself." He looked Hikari up and down with a fire in his eyes. "Your actions have led to the deaths of these innocents, not the Kings. Do not speak to us as if you know the true god. For all creatures are reborn, for God is just. I imagine for your crimes you will reincarnate as a worm, but I also imagine the worms would be insulted to have to call the likes of you as their own.”
He paused and looked over the defeated commander, he truly believed what he was doing was right, but there could not be men in this realm who would deny the true place of their King as the messenger of God.
“You shall burn on the Circle of Iron, Hikari. You may not understand God's love this life. But one day you may. Your soul will be cleansed in God's Fire and you will have a million lifetimes to think about your mistakes that have caused all you love to be burned and purified as well.”
With a wave he sent for his Sergeant of the Guard to prepare the Circle. "Stock it high, Sergeant. A wretched soul like his will need a lot of flame."
Prepare to have Hikari placed on the Circle of Iron and purified (burnt)