Brutus is knocked back, much to his dismay. This was the Penultimate all over again.
"AAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!" CRASH!!!!
There's a stillness in the air. When he's finally popped his shoulder back into place, he pulls himself up from the bushes. He looks the girl over with growing menace.
"Knight form, huh?"
He then gets an idea. Maids watch in the distance, in amused curiosity, as Brutus begins to disrobe. Now bare-chested, he waves his sword in the air, and slashes the front and back of his clean-pressed pants, leaving a black fur loincloth. A black fur band binds his left bicep. He taps each shoe with his blade, and the socks disappear, leaving his normal shoes reverted to primitive leather boots. He reaches to the ground and smears a thin layer of dirt on his handsome face, through his perfectly done hair, and across the entirety of his impeccable musculature.
Little by little, he began to embrace the feeling that the sword projected onto him. Wilderness beckoned to him, and the animals' cries became clearer. The wind whispered to him, urging him to fight hard as he could. The ground reverted his heartbeat back to him. The skies responded to his breath, as storm clouds rolled in slowly.
He KNEW there had to be a reason his sword was called
Babaraina.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)