That monastery is mine, yet they never learn. As one might expect of vermin.

[He kicks at one of the fallen bodies for good measure; the force of the blow, seemingly effortless from the appearance of his swing, is enough to cave the corpse's head in as it rolls away from underfoot.

Unperturbed, Dimitri goes to retrieve his lance, stepping on the impaled man's chest to lever the weapon out before heading back toward the entrance to the glade.]

Come. We shall take their horses, if they had any.