Duke struggles to get back up, shoved back down and aside from his friend. Some else screaming, a vaguely familiar voice. He really should know that voice.

Looking about isn't really that much help - but there is someone who is in the wrong clothes. They didn't look like anything he had seen before.

"Run!" Duke struggles to get back up but collapses again, because of the scent of blood and the feathers in it... A rough shape of a man on a horse tries to stop the men in armor, and meets the same fate. Duke stares blankly at the shapes - no no no nononono...