People in hoods leapt out from side alleys with daggers in hand. The beggars tightened their circle around Simion and prepared to defend themselves. In the first clash, seven of the beggars fell and three of their opponents. Broneslav leapt to the attack, deciding that this would be the best form of defence, especially as his crew was outnumbered. Seeing the carnage wreaked by the attackers, he broke the peace bond on his sword. He's worry about the consequences later. Three more of the ambushers fell as he cut his way through them.
A last attacker dashed through the hole made by his accomplices and attacked Simion, whose quick duck to the side saved him from harm. Simion's return blow failed to land.
With the ambushers now focusing on Simion, they forgot to defend themselves from Broneslav who focused on the person attacking Simion. His mighty blow cleaved the man in two. The follow through felled two more ambushers. This was too much for the remaining ambushers, who fled, pursued by the remaining beggars.
The aftermath |
"Are you ok?" Broneslav asked.
"Yes," replied Simion, "We should get out of here."
"You're right, but first I need to check this man. He seems different from the rest. Better armed. More skilled."
Broneslav quickly checked the man's body. It turned out he was a red-headed man dressed in good quality mail and wielding a high quality mace. He was also wearing gloves of a strange design with sigils on the knuckles. Broneslav took these and the mace, quickly checked the other deceased, and cleaned his sword before sheathing it. He retied the peace bond.
Simion and Broneslav rushed through the back streets and were soon at the senator's house. Simion thanked Broneslav and handed him a purse containing 500 Royals. He left Simion at the senator's and considered his next move.
Just to note: still here, still reading, still enjoying!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Shaun. It's good to know that you are still here and that I am not shouting into the void! :)
Delete1st watchmen: Adventurers have been here. I can feel it in me bones.
ReplyDelete2nd watchmen: *eyeing the bloody whirlpool in the centre of the road* Good instincts sir.
I mean, you are not wrong.
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