Fakir hadn't expected to be taking on the role of a knight again so soon after his encounter with Maleficent. The sudden appearance of these shambling, rotted monsters, however, dictated that he take up his sword again, putting his despair and the interpersonal quagmire that was his day to day life behind him in favor of defending the defenseless people caught in this fracas.

His friends, Mytho, hundreds of thousands of innocent people were in danger. With that in mind, he had pulled on his boots and mended clothing he had first arrived wearing, and taken up the sword Ben had given him. And tucked a small, crumpled piece of paper bearing his new laws into the folded collar of his shirt. Yes, he assured himself, this was the only real way that he could afford to help. God knows what happened the last time he had tried to take the easy path to knighthood.

This was far from easy. Even if the monsters' decayed flesh gave easily under his blade, they made up for that in sheer tenacity. He learned fairly quickly that they needed to be dispatched quickly and thoroughly. Still, he avoided the larger groups, dodging their lurching grabs at any opportunity. He knew he was only one against... how many? He wouldn't allow himself to die yet.

Somehow, he managed to reach the MAC.