"Don't worry, you won't die here. I have other uses for you."
The bald knight looked fearfully at Maxime, wondering exactly what would become of him.
But control of his own body escaped him and he fainted, his head making a thud as it collided with the ground.
Maxime wasn't worried that he might die, a knight's vitality was extremely strong.
He could last at least another 30 minutes before dying of his wounds.
Maxime, though covered in blood, immediately turned to Aveline.
"Too bad if we can't capture you, we must prevent your marriage at all costs."
"I'm sure the duke will understand me," murmured Aveline's adversary, while she herself firmly bit her lips trying to find a solution.
She really was about to die. The knight with the eye patch had already placed her blade in a position ready to deliver the coup de grâce.
"Aveline, duck!" cried Maxime.