"Adventurer! Behind you!" a white knight cries. The Adventurer ducks backwards as black metal flashes before his eyes. "That was too close." the Adventurer mutters under his breath. The Battle for Lumbridge was certainly proving to be more challenging than the drunken knights at the Rising Sun Inn were boasting of. The Adventurer stood still for a moment to take it all in. The gentle breeze carries the pungent stench of blood and carnage to his nose and his eyes beheld that the battlefield itself looks as if it had seen worse than the Abyss. Warriors and creatures of Saradomin and Zamorak were clashing in squirming masses so tight that one could not tell who was winning until the victors triumphantly stagger away from the mutilated corpses of the losers. The echoing of battlecries and screams of pain as fresh soldiers recieve their first wounds fills his ears. "I'm heading back to camp, somebody cover my rear." the Adventurer declares. A nearby white knight, after drawing his sword from the chest of a dying black knight, replies "I will cover your exit, sir!" As the two carefully make their way around the piles of of carnage, the Adventurer slaps the knight on the back, "I never thought your type could be easily persuaded to leave in the mist of such a glorius battle." the Adventurer jokes. "Normally there'd be no getting me to leave, but seeing as I have this **** on my arm, I thought it would be a good opportunity to catch up with the camp's nurse." the white knight cheerfully muses. "At least we have one thing in common!" the Adventurer chuckles with glee. Just as the the two reach the gates of Saradomin's camp, the white knight freezes, terror eminating from his eyes. "What's wrong?" the Adventurer asks. The white knight collaspes to the ground with a hefty thud, an arrow protruding from his chest. As the camps guards rush to the knight's aid, the Adventurer sighs "Saradomin, I hope all this was worth sacrificing good men like him."
There's ALWAYS a bigger fish.