Turn 3:

The Black Knight was not impressed, as the first six knights had not even managed to land a blow against him, somewhere in the distance did he hear people shouting in the far distant language of Breton and he could see how the peasants ran down the hill back towards Littleton and he smiled under his full helm. He lowered his lance once more and charged into the rear lines of Sir Guilbert and his knights.

Bretonnia:

Sir Guilbert, heard the screams in fear from Vall and the archers and how the three knights behind him yelled in surprise moments before their death. With only two knights remaining, and wolves all around he turned to face the Black Knight.

“Lets finish this, you and me traitor!” Despite the fact that the Black Knight most likely would have slain them all without much trouble by just letting the battle continue, he gave a slight nod of his head as he spoke. “Finally.”

Epilogue:

Vall, pressed himself against a tree and fought to keep his tears back as the weight of his actions came rushing. He had abandoned his master, and fled the battle and now he found himself all alone as the bats had hounded them and killed them one by one.

He sound of someone approaching caught his attention and he pulled his knife and hoped that it would be Sir Guilbert or one of his friends.