A bit earlier near the city hospital before Cleo's arrival, the neighbourhood near the main road was under serious threat from Temple. The enemy brought in a guide who could take them slip through Midlake's traps. If so, the enemy would reach the main road behind the hospital and surround the Crown's camp.

  Jorah took the dangerous mission himself. Alone, he went to assassinate the guide. Jorah successfully hindered the enemy's advance with his last pouch of black powder although he was also trapped behind the enemies. The roof Jorah was stepping on was torn down by a powerful Templer causing him to fall onto the second floor. Blocks of rubble locked his leg between the narrow gap. He could not escape before the enemies surrounded the building.

  Alone behind the enemy line, Jorah accepted his end till his friend came to his rescue. “Why are you here, Gura?" ”Do you even have to ask? I am here for you, of course." “That's exactly why I am asking. One is enough. Why do you have to throw away your life? They need you there to lead them, dimwit." ”Gosh...stop being an ass and show some gratitude. I ain't going to die and neither you are. We are getting out of here. So, shut up and let me focus, will you?" Gura scolded Jorah who was talking nonsense while he was using all the strength he had to remove the rubble, “make yourself useful and...” “I am already trying to take my leg out. You don't have to tell me. Just lift it a bit more using your core."

  Jorah and Gura fought like cats and dogs even though they were in deep trouble. Shouts and swears were getting closer as the footsteps were getting nearer. They heard the enemies searching them downstairs. It was a matter of time before the angry enemies found and slaughtered them like pigs for revenge. Gura kept lifting the block, but it did not move since it was interlocked with another block. Then, they heard a bang- the door opened, and saw a bunch of bloodthirsty faces snarling at them like hungry beasts. Gura was forced to fight instead of helping his friend. He spun his lance and controlled the enemies' steps. Gura dared them to step forward.

  The soldiers of Temple, even though there were ten of them, were intimidated. They were like a pack of hyenas facing a lone but unyielding lion in a small den.

  One brave but naive hyena stepped forward, hoping for glory and fame. The greedy man was made into a sieve by Gura instantly.

  ”I can do this all day. Come if you want to die. I just have to add ten more to my kill count,“ threatened Gura while licking his lips. He entered a state of trance.

  Gura looked like a menace even for Jorah. It was the face Jorah could not forget: the last time he saw it- Gura killed 15 wolves alone.

  While the enemies were in a daze, Gura took the opportunity and struck first. He stabbed the one at the right end first, then he spun again and took out the left end. His steps were light, his spins were fast, and his strikes were deadly. He was in full control of this fight.

  However, Jorah did not think they were out of danger yet. He was hearing more steps coming into the building. He needed to free himself and get out of there soon. Jorah pulled his foot but it was stuck so he decided to break it. He pulled it again, this time he did not stop. He endured the pain and forcibly took out his foot, scathing his leg and dislocating the ankle. When more enemies came, Jorah was already free. ”Gura!“ He called his friend. Just by exchanging a look, they understood each other. Both of them dashed toward the window and jumped out from the second floor while holding the lance together. The lance as vault, broke their fall and they landed safely to the ground.

  ”Bastards! Don't let them get away. I will skin them alive so, if those bastards escape, I will skin you guys instead." Jorah and Gura heard a deeply hated order from the enemy's captain behind their backs. "He seems to be brimming with anger. Are we his mortal enemies from previous lives?" Joked Gura to his friend. "Well, I blew up half his face so..." Jorah sympathised. When he exploded that pouch of gunpowder on the guide, the enemy captain was also hit by the blast and half of his face was burnt.

  They were chased down by a long tail of desperate enemies. They were able to escape the encirclement inside a small room by jumping off the building but soon they found it impossible to escape. Jorah's injury dragged them down.

  "Leave. You don't have to think this is your fault. I take the mission on my own. Not because of you. I am a warrior and I am always ready since I take this path. This is war. And in war, people die. Just think that I am another one of them." Jorah let go of his arm on Gura's shoulder.

  However, Gura quickly put it back. "You aren't a number. You are my friend. And I never leave my friends behind."

  "Damnit, Gura. You are getting both of us killed. If we are going to die, let me die as a hero who stays behind for his friend. Not as a helpless fu*k who got us both killed." Jorah pushed his friend who insisted on dragging him. He turned to face his chasers. Undaunted by the forty chasers who were in full bloodhound mode, he took out the white sabre. He was resolved to go down with them if he could give his friend a few minutes. He yelled out a loud warcry, "Rwarrr..!"

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  Upon his cry, a two-storied building beside the chasers shook and collapsed, burying one-fourth of the chasers under rubble. The pile of rubbles also blocked the street and separated them. A chaser, who luckily made through, found himself alone with Jorah and Gura. He threw his weapon away when the cold metal of Gura's lance reached his neck.

  "What happened?" Jorah asked while baffled. Gura laughed and answered, "Ahahaha, look to your right. It is Dovos. I saw him earlier. That's why I kept dragging you till we passed this building. I am sorry that you didn't get your heroic moment. You looked cool though. Giving your back to me and facing those guys." Gura made fun of Jorah. Embarrassed, Jorah shook his head and tried to leave without saying anything. But Dovos picked him up and carried him on his shoulder. "Stay still my man. You need to get to the hospital before you make it worse. Old man Elba will fix you up."

  "What about the enemies? They can still get to us through the building."

  "Don't worry. Our men will take care of them. Reinforcement has arrived. Cleo and Ethan lead the army themselves. They are at the city hospital now and are regrouping to strike the enemy main camp. Commander Peak is also leading his army in the streets sweeping through the neighbourhoods. Counterattack has started." Dovos filled in the events Jorah and Gura missed.

  When they reached the hospital, they saw a bunch of big dogs with fancy shiny armours just as Dovos described. "So, all the men who have been eating and shiting in the castle like cowards have finally decided to come out now, huh? About time." Jorah mocked them.

  A young noble from the cavalry heard him and pulled his collar. "Hey...watch your tongue peasant. Just because you are a leader from Revenant doesn't mean we are same level. You fight when we tell you to fight. You don't get to tell us what we do. Understand?" The young noble threatened Jorah. The argument drew spectators from nearby. The arrogant nobleman thought it was not worth drawing attention by picking a fight with an injured man so he withdrew, "Now, go get yourself some treatment, you useless limp." He pushed Jorah.

  Before Jorah fell, Gura pulled his friend up. "Useless? He killed a Templer and three enemy captains just this morning while you were sucking your thumb in bed. He could fu*k you up with one arm, you arrogant cunt." Gura stood up for his friend.

  "Oh, are you blind? My cavalry and I just defeated an entire enemy camp which, if I have to emphasize, you could not even fight." "Ride a horse in fancy armour and win a battle doesn't make you a better warrior. Get down your high horse and fight for once. You will know what a real fight is." "Oh~get off the high horse and fight_ indeed a peasant's talk."

  The way the young nobleman talked pissed Gura more. He punched the arrogant guy in the face. Unexpected that a peasant would dare to punch a noble, the young arrogant man got hit right to his nose.

  "Aww! You...You break my nose. How dare you! Arrest this insane man." The nobleman called his knights. The other onlooking noblemen also took sides with the young nobleman. They yapped about hanging Gura on a spike as an example.

  "Wow, now you are calling your fathers. Are you so afraid to fight me on your own like a man, huh?" Gura took out his sword and challenged a dual as the knights approached to arrest him.

  Before their fight grew into a bigger commotion, Jorah pulled his friend out of the fight by using his leg as an excuse.

  At the same time, although the arrogant young noble persisted the knights to arrest Gura, the knights pretended to try but let them go.

  "Why do you let that kid disrespect you? You don't think I can beat his ass?" Gura frustratedly complained to Jorah for pulling him out when they reached the hospital. Jorah laughed, "Oh, you will beat his ass twice before he swings his sword. But that ain't the point. He is a noble and you are a leader of Revenant. Any friction between you will cause a divide between the two factions which is the most dangerous thing in this perilous period. It is my fault anyway. I started the fight. I blurted out without thinking twice."

  "Still...you can't let a kid like him disrespect you."

  "I am forty. I have lived through more insults than his age. I have beaten stronger opponents than him with the worst possible odds. I am not an insecure wimp who cares what a kid thinks of me." Jorah showed his maturity as a leader of the Revenant.

  Cleo overheard and thanked him, "I appreciate you not destroying his noble dignity, sir Jorah. Your self-restraint is remarkable. You save me a lot of trouble. The nobles are insecure. They feel threatened as they have never felt this powerless before. So are the people. They never feel so empowered; marching alongside their Liege and carving the future with their hands. The wall between these two worlds of society is thinnest right now. A crack and it would crumble whole. So, thank you for holding yourself back ...and sacrificing yourself for the people. If not for you, the neighbourhood would fallen and the enemies would have encircled the hospital before we made it. You are an inspiration." Cleo tapped her chest twice with her helmet as a form of respect.

  Jorah was given some rest at the hospital while the rest went back to battle.

  "Gura, there is something I need you to do," Cleo asked Gura a favour before she rode to battle. Gura's face shrank; he muttered discontentedly, "What? You want me to kneel to that bastard? Fine. I will do it for you." "Kneel? What are you talking about? Why would I make you do that, my friend? I am grateful that you put some sense into a bunch of those entitled idiots. They should learn that respect is earned, not freely given because they are born into a noble family. What I want to ask you is to take some men and clear the neighbourhoods. Some deserters from Temple are still hiding around inside some buildings. If the returning civilians were to encounter them, I couldn't imagine what would happen. ...I know you are tired but all my commanders and I are leaving for enemy main camp. Do it for me, please." Cleo asked Gura politely as if she was asking a favour from a friend.

  Due to her sweet talk, all the frustration and tiredness in Gura melt like snow. Gura hit his chest twice and said to trust it on him. Also, his respect for Cleo swelled twofold. Although a Queen, her heart seemed closer to people than any nobles. Gura swore that he would do anything for her after that day.