Ser Mortimer barely saw it coming, a flicker of movement in the corner of his eye making him turn his head too late. His reaction did not save him, only resulted in the cracking blow Desiderio dealt him impacting across his temple rather than the back of his skull. The Templar didn't even have the chance to cry out, struck out cold instantly, helm tumbling from his hands.
Given the heavy stability of Templar armor, it took him a moment to fall, first to his knees, then onto his face; given the weight he crashed down like a bag of hammers, with a sound that, across the field, could have been mistaken for thunder from the rolling grey sky above.
The simpering part Yonca played drained from her features instantly as she whirled on her heel and ran back to meet Desi at the scene of the crime. Her eyes coolly narrowed and she extended a foot, grunting with the effort of kicking the large, armored man over onto his side. A little knife appeared in her hand, but from where?
"Amazing, it actually worked," she commented emotionlessly, staring down at the pair of packs that hung from the Templar's back. "Almost a shame he didn't fall the other way and save us some trouble." She flicked her gaze up to Desi's face, still cold as ice. "If we kill him now, it will save a great deal of hassle."