All of a sudden, a knight clad in gleaming armor, his face contorted in agony, clutched his stomach and crumpled to the floor.
*Krink!*
"Argh!"
"What's wrong?!" the knight beside him gasped, rushing to his comrade's side.
"I... I don't know!" the stricken knight cried, his voice choked with pain.
"It feels…. Ahh!… It.. It like my insides are melting!" He lurched forward, spewing a crimson torrent onto the red carpet.
*Splash*
"Damn it! You need help… But… we can't leave our stations!" the other knight exclaimed, kneeling beside his fallen companion, his face etched with concern.
"I know," the injured knight rasped, wiping blood from his lips.
"The young mistress stationed us here personally. The last thing I want is to be in her bad books." Replied the man clutching his stomach.
However, as he turned to face his comrade, his eyes widened in disbelief.