After decapitating the fallen horseman, he saw a swordsman at the back of the woman archer. Nice to know she was back up and fighting. He turned back around to see an axe heading towards his head. Hoping to dodge it, he leaned backwards enough to allow it to pass over his head. Taking the opportunity, he stabbed forward while returning to a standing position. He felt some resistance before it disappearing. Kalar saw that his blade had gone through the groin of his enemy, who was turning more white by the moment at seeing herself penetrated. She grunted for a moment before looking into the eyes of her killer.
What she saw was a merciless glance, hardness that would not be broken. She slowly dropped to the ground as she bled out. Kalar pulled out his blade and observed his surroundings. It seems that the fight was drawing to a close. Opting to take a breather, he maneuvered himself away from the center of battle, avoiding the more heavily populated sections to reach the edge. He still held his blade, but now he leaned against a tree. Strange in how the soldiers knew where the Shepherd were. Was it all a coincid-?
At that moment, a ball of fire flew into his chest. Why did fire always head towards him? Why!? He began beating his chest, trying to put out the fire. After several moments, with his cloak still on fire, he saw the young mage. He seemed to be nothing more than a child, but the sword claimed many, not caring for the gender or age of an individual. He charged forward before seeing that the mage was kneeling in front of the cavalier's head. Tears were in the youth's eyes, and a mumbling that would not stop.
Kalar looked down at the boy, eyes unflinching.
Why did you attack me? Was it for revenge? Retribution? The man fought honorably, wounding me before succumbing to the sword. I hold him in no contempt and nor do I hold a grudge. If you leave now, no more innocent blood may be spilled. Leave!
With that last statement, Kalar pointed his sword in the direction of the closest path away from the battle. Seeing that the boy would not leave, Kalar sighed. The dead seem to always hold some sway over the living. He moved until he was in front of the boy and took a position facing away. He would have defend the boy until he left.
Looking down, he finally took notice that his cloak had finally burned away. His white hair was now flowing in the air and his silver sword shined on his back.
Damn it. Now I have to buy a new cloak.