The Green Knight

Chapter 11

The Lionguard and the Iron Eagles continued their steady journey across Arthurian Isle, led expertly by Sir Bedivere. The land stretched endlessly before them, a beautiful yet treacherous terrain of thick forests, open fields, and winding rivers. As they in the direction of Carthan City, two days had passed, each one filled with camaraderie, training, and the necessities of survival. The warriors trained together during the day, sparring with one another to keep their skills sharp. Under the warm sun, they practiced their swordsmanship, archery, and hand-to-hand combat, honing their techniques for the battles they knew lay ahead.

At night, after the intense days of training, the soldiers relaxed, sharing meals and stories around the campfire. Alice, having healed the injured after the last battle, had also taken the time to teach a good number of the soldiers basic healing techniques. With her guidance, the process of treating wounds sped up considerably, and the soldiers of both the Lionguard and Iron Eagles found themselves better prepared to face future injuries. They respected Alice not just for her healing abilities but for her willingness to share her knowledge with them, something that strengthened the bond between the armies.

By the second night, the camp was alive with the usual warmth of soldiers unwinding. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the camp as it neared the horizon, bathing the area in an orange glow. The crackling of campfires and the smell of roasting meat filled the air, mixing with the sound of laughter and conversation. The Seven Saints sat near one of the larger fires, engaging in a lively debate that had been sparked by one simple question: were sharp or blunt weapons better?

Mr. Armstrong, who had been nursing a large chunk of meat in one hand, was firmly on the side of blunt weapons. His massive war hammer lay beside him, a testament to his stance...

Mr. Armstrong: Listen here, lads. Blunt weapons are the way to go. When you're in the thick of battle, there's nothing better than feeling the weight of a hammer as it smashes through armor, bones, and anything else in your way. All you need is raw power. A sharp sword might get stuck in bone, but a good hammer? It'll crush anything in its path.

Drake: Yep, I agree. Nothing better than brass knuckles to break a few jaws and crush some skulls. You guys with your swords and pointy things, you might make it look fancy, but when it comes down to it, blunt weapons get the job done!

The others laughed, shaking their heads. Otis, fiddling with his spear, leaned back against a tree, clearly on the side of sharp weapons...

Otis: Oh, come on. Sure, a hammer or some steel knuckles might do the trick in close quarters, but give me a sharp weapon any day. You can slice through armor, make good cuts, and end a fight before it even begins. You don't have to rely on brute strength if you've got a good blade.

Rowan: *nods* I have to agree, a sharp blade can end a fight cleanly. You don't need to swing a hammer around like a madman. You just need one good and focused strike.

Alice, sitting with Abe across the fire, chimed in as well, clearly leaning toward sharp weapons herself...

Alice: I'm with Rowan. Sharp weapons are more elegant, more efficient. You can end things without causing as much damage. Besides, you can't exactly heal bones shattered by a hammer. *giggles* But a clean cut? That's a bit of a different story.

Beric, sitting at the center of the group, smiled a bit as the debate raged on around him. He had remained neutral so far, but the others were clearly waiting for his opinion. Finally, after a long pause, he shrugged.

Beric: Look, both sides are good regardless. Blunt weapons are pretty good for crushing through armor, and sharp weapons give you the skills you need in a fight. Honestly, I think they're both good, equally.