It was hard to say whether the guy had a good eye or just plain bad luck.
Levi hung back at the rear of the formation with a Centaur Leader for a bodyguard and a Zor Priest for an escort, cutting quite an imposing figure. With a single glance, even an ignorant country bumpkin could tell that this incredibly flashy human's status was anything but low.
Any good soldier who dreamed of becoming a general would make him the priority target. This Pigman was clearly no exception. Unfortunately, while he'd identified the right person, he'd picked the wrong target.
Levi himself was a Lord; he had no need to climb a bureaucratic ladder. Therefore, it was no great loss to give the fruits of this certain victory to Fujero as a favor.
That was why he had the leisure to crack open seeds while meandering on horseback at the rear of the formation.
