Garrick Thornbridge turned his blonde head to see three man with bent clubs charging. He sighed as he dropped his knapsack to the ground. He lifted his right hand to the handle of “Neck Chopper”, the large hand-ax he carried on his back. His left hand lifted up his antler topped walking stick. Once both weapons were in readied, he shouted, “I am Garrick Thornbridge. Attack me and I will take your life honorably.”
A little ahead of Garrick, Mindy shook her red head, ‘the arrogance of some people,’ she thought to herself. She too noticed the men come ever closer to her position. She flipped her cloak around, forcing her large blue butterfly to take to the air. As she dropped her cloak, in her hand was a large light crossbow. She took her first shot. The bolt soared right past the furthest man’s ear. She smiled to herself, some might think she missed but that was only a warning shot. “Stay back!” She commanded.
Danulf had no weapon, he never brought a weapon into a new town. He never had any trouble with locals whenever he came into town. So as one of the men with a pike approached him rapidly, he stepped to the side and removed the pike from the man’s possession. Then he used the long pole to wound the men who came forward to attack him. He disarmed and maimed, but did not kill any of the three men who foolishly attacked him.
Dena dismounted her hound and lovingly patted it’s muzzle. She was deep in thought when a club came down on her shoulder. She turned holding her left upper shoulder. By reflex she backhanded him with her right arm, hitting so hard that some of the rat teeth dislodged from her armor. She felt disadvantaged with her flail arm damaged. She mounted her hound to ride away from battle. After all, she had not traveled all this way just to fight with local thugs.
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