"You aren’t really in any position to be making demands." Noah then pushed him onto his back with his foot and conjured a healing potion from his ring.
"What are you doing?"
"Just keeping my promise to Valia," he replied as he poured some of the potion on Aithorn’s wound. The cut was deep, running down his right side from shoulder to hip, but with the aid of the potion, he at least wouldn’t die from it. Noah gave him just enough to stop any fatal bleeding. "Your medic is hanging back, waiting for us to leave. She’ll hopefully be able to save you all from dying."
"I would not have shown you such mercy."
"At any other time, I wouldn’t have either. In fact, since I am sparing you and your troops, I feel I am entitled to some kind of compensation."
He revealed a knife and started fiddling with Aithorn’s pauldron, the piece of armor covering his shoulder, and his target was the knighthood medal attached. Unlike their rings, which were all gold, the emblems knights wore revealed their rank. They could be affixed to their armor or hung around their neck, making it easy to determine who had the highest authority. Noah had a bronze emblem but didn’t bother displaying it. This gold emblem, on the other hand, could prove helpful.
"Bastard, give that back!"
"Considering the fact that I just defeated you and your subordinates, who here would you say is worthier to carry it? However, if this has sentimental value, I’ll gladly trade it back to you for another one. Once you can move, ride back to Colbrand and tell the king that Valia and I are dead. Maybe you chased us into a river and we drowned. Maybe we were incinerated by Gradius, whatever. I don’t want to have to cut down any more knights. Oh, and the next time I see that owl, I’m shooting him out of the sky."
Along with his emblem, Noah also stole Aithorn’s health potions and used them on the most wounded knights, postponing death until the healer could get to them. Then, after taking care of a few other things, he walked away and met up with Valia, who was wearing nothing but a cloak and boots. Nearby, Gradius had fallen into a blast crater and was stuck on his back like a tortoise. He was roaring in fury and spraying fire into the sky, but nothing he did could get him up.
"Are you all right?" Valia asked with concern, seeing how Noah had been cut and burned by Aithorn’s attacks.
"I’ll live," he said as he drank another healing potion.
"What about them?"
"The same, for now. It’s in the medic’s hands. What happened to you?"
"All of my clothes ended up getting incinerated. Were it not for my defensive enchantment, I would be dead. Instead, I’m enjoying a refreshing summer breeze between my legs."
"And after all the work I did on the laundry. So, shall we move on?"
"I say we shall."
They returned to their horses and rode off, leaving the knights to lick their wounds.
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