It's not an unfamiliar sentiment. It's not an unfamiliar activity. He pauses all the same, fingers flexing comfortably at the hilt of his sword.

"That I cannot promise." As ever, his voice is frank, largely with the earnestness of youth. "I would not see you fall."

And that, as much as anything else, was what had the Saxons murmuring about him--what had the other Britons murmuring about him, really. He would fight until he was dead, they were all certain, and it seemed he would continue to refuse to die.