[Reinhardt's POV]
"Sir... there's been an emergency," a soldier muttered as he approached with his horse.
"What is it?" Reinhardt asked, whipping his long golden hair back and staring at the frightened soldier with a condescending gaze.
"T-The barbarians of Ogarak have intercepted our communications and are asking for a meeting," the soldier explained.
"What?" Reinhardt's brows furrowed. "Do we have a traitor in our midst?"
"I don't know, sir, but I believe one of the scouts might've taken a detour," the soldier said, avoiding his gaze.
Filthy rat. Reinhardt scoffed as he jumped off his horse and unsheathed his lustrous golden greatsword.
The soldier's eyes widened in fright. However, before he could gallop away, Reinhardt brought down his greatsword, severing both the horse and the soldier in two.
"No—!"
-248,228,421! Critical Hit! (x1 Melee)
<+249 Strength>
<+882 Agility>
