Dal Shabet

After that, I suggest leaving three people, Anil, and two of you to cover our retreat.

The men exchanged glances. They understood that this was unavoidable and a necessary part of the plan, but deep down, they didn't want to be in that role, as they fully understood that they might not survive it.
- I don't want to die! - one of them exclaimed. - My king is dead, and with him, my oath!
The other men looked at their comrade with extreme disapproval and even felt ashamed of his words, but none of them contradicted him.
- I'll stay. - said the blond man with a bull neck.
- And I will! - a young knight, about 16-18 years old, added hesitantly.