The gloves are off

'Gniewosz, also known as Gotard, sat down for a moment to rest and catch his breath. Since he lost his horse two days ago, this pursuit became much more of a struggle and with every step through this frozen wasteland his armor felt heavier and heavier. He has been following the Teutonic raiding party through the frozen Baltic for many days. They were heading north. Among the dozens of those poor souls captured by rejza, was his beloved Milena. Gotrad had once visited these area with his father and recognized the coastline of a land known as Courland. Those damned Teutonic Knights are heading towards Alschwangen Castle - He thought. He knew had to do something before they got there or he would never see his golden-haired Milena again! Thoughts were swirling in his head, a strange rush took over his body. Heart started pounding. Blood in the mouth, pain, sweat, panting and growling. He was beginning to lose control! “Pull yourself together! You are a knight, you made a vow! You swore before your Father, before God! You mustn’t! Naaaaaagrrr!" He howled, curled up, his body tensed so much that every part of his armor began to creak. "Agrrrrrrr!". He threw off his armored gloves, tore off the sleeves of gambeson and ran through the forest. Driven by his inner beast, by his curse.'