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the kitchen door, fearfully hoping to escape from the frightening turn of circumstances unfolding in the stableyard.
"Stop!" Marco commanded, but the man gained the doorway and fled inside.
"What's happening?" Marco asked the cook as he scrambled to his feet.
"My lord, there's a whole gang of robbers who just took over the inn," the cook answered. "How did you kill him?" she asked as she pointed at the dead man.
"I'm not sure," Marco answered.
He drew his sword as there was a sound at the door again.
"What idiocy are you babbling?" a man asked the robber who had fled, as a trio of criminals returned to the scene.
"Well, what have we here?" the new man asked as he spotted Marco in the dim light in the yard.
"He's the one, Maurin!" the returnee exclaimed as he pointed at Marco.
"So, is he a sorcerer?" Maurin asked as the trio spread around Marco, while the cook fled to the stables.
"Are you a sorcerer?" the man asked Marco directly, as a way to distract him, for one of the men around Marco thrust his sword forward in an attack at that moment.
Marco’s extraordinary sword responded to the attack with a riposte that let the blade easily strike and wound the attacker faster than the eyes of the others could follow in the darkness. The sword then instantly twirled Marco’s body around to fight the other man as well, catching him in astonished disbelief as Marco’s sword sliced across his neck.
Without hesitating, Marco faced the man who had spoken, and who was waving his sword wildly in a desperate attempt to protect himself from the flurry of violence that had erupted inexplicably.
Marco easily swatted the man's sword to the side as he wounded him too, and left him in a bleeding heap on the frozen ground.
"Oh my lord!" the cook cried from the stable door. "You did it! Can you save us from all of them?"
"How many are there?” Marco asked as he stood in the yard. “Come with me into the kitchen,” he told the girl.
“There were a dozen or more,” she told him as she timidly walked up to him. She followed him into the kitchen, and they knelt there by the stove, staying low and out of immediate sight of anyone who might happen to look into the room.
“Well, there are four fewer of them now,” Marco told the girl. There were voices speaking in the nearby dining room, and a woman suddenly screamed.
“Go to the doorway of the dining room and tell the robbers that Maurin wants two of them to help him, then come back in here and hide,” Marco told the cook. The girl, one who looked naturally timid, looked at Marco fearfully, but seemed to take courage from his presence, for she stood up and walked away. Marco let out a deep sigh himself, not sure how it was possible he had fallen into such a dangerous and unexpected battle.
“Maurin said to get in here right now!” he heard the cook shout in a surprisingly authoritative voice, and then he found her running towards him, and crouching down next to him. “There are ten of them in there, and they are separating the men from the women. Some of the men have been injured by the robbers,” she warned Marco.
“Thank you,” he whispered as he heard the door open. He stood up, and saw three men come into the kitchen, leaving seven out among the hostages, he counted.
“Who are you?” one man asked.
“Where’s Maurin?” another asked.
“I’m here because of Maurin,” Marco told them as he walked towards them, then as he got closer, and the men looked about in confusion, but without concern, Marco suddenly ran at them and let his sword take over the battle, slaying one man immediately, wounding another, and tangling Marco in a battle with the third man that carried the two of them back through the door into the dining room, where the women shrieked at the new eruption of violence, as Marco landed on top of his opponent and used the hilt of the sword to punch the man unconscious.
Marco looked up quickly, just in time to see two of
"Stop!" Marco commanded, but the man gained the doorway and fled inside.
"What's happening?" Marco asked the cook as he scrambled to his feet.
"My lord, there's a whole gang of robbers who just took over the inn," the cook answered. "How did you kill him?" she asked as she pointed at the dead man.
"I'm not sure," Marco answered.
He drew his sword as there was a sound at the door again.
"What idiocy are you babbling?" a man asked the robber who had fled, as a trio of criminals returned to the scene.
"Well, what have we here?" the new man asked as he spotted Marco in the dim light in the yard.
"He's the one, Maurin!" the returnee exclaimed as he pointed at Marco.
"So, is he a sorcerer?" Maurin asked as the trio spread around Marco, while the cook fled to the stables.
"Are you a sorcerer?" the man asked Marco directly, as a way to distract him, for one of the men around Marco thrust his sword forward in an attack at that moment.
Marco’s extraordinary sword responded to the attack with a riposte that let the blade easily strike and wound the attacker faster than the eyes of the others could follow in the darkness. The sword then instantly twirled Marco’s body around to fight the other man as well, catching him in astonished disbelief as Marco’s sword sliced across his neck.
Without hesitating, Marco faced the man who had spoken, and who was waving his sword wildly in a desperate attempt to protect himself from the flurry of violence that had erupted inexplicably.
Marco easily swatted the man's sword to the side as he wounded him too, and left him in a bleeding heap on the frozen ground.
"Oh my lord!" the cook cried from the stable door. "You did it! Can you save us from all of them?"
"How many are there?” Marco asked as he stood in the yard. “Come with me into the kitchen,” he told the girl.
“There were a dozen or more,” she told him as she timidly walked up to him. She followed him into the kitchen, and they knelt there by the stove, staying low and out of immediate sight of anyone who might happen to look into the room.
“Well, there are four fewer of them now,” Marco told the girl. There were voices speaking in the nearby dining room, and a woman suddenly screamed.
“Go to the doorway of the dining room and tell the robbers that Maurin wants two of them to help him, then come back in here and hide,” Marco told the cook. The girl, one who looked naturally timid, looked at Marco fearfully, but seemed to take courage from his presence, for she stood up and walked away. Marco let out a deep sigh himself, not sure how it was possible he had fallen into such a dangerous and unexpected battle.
“Maurin said to get in here right now!” he heard the cook shout in a surprisingly authoritative voice, and then he found her running towards him, and crouching down next to him. “There are ten of them in there, and they are separating the men from the women. Some of the men have been injured by the robbers,” she warned Marco.
“Thank you,” he whispered as he heard the door open. He stood up, and saw three men come into the kitchen, leaving seven out among the hostages, he counted.
“Who are you?” one man asked.
“Where’s Maurin?” another asked.
“I’m here because of Maurin,” Marco told them as he walked towards them, then as he got closer, and the men looked about in confusion, but without concern, Marco suddenly ran at them and let his sword take over the battle, slaying one man immediately, wounding another, and tangling Marco in a battle with the third man that carried the two of them back through the door into the dining room, where the women shrieked at the new eruption of violence, as Marco landed on top of his opponent and used the hilt of the sword to punch the man unconscious.
Marco looked up quickly, just in time to see two of
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