A month of routine. And then some event...

You spend the next month as you are used to. Your life is filled with the routine duties of a city guard and the daily discipline of an almost military style.

You try to ensure order and compliance with laws on the streets of the city of Ranelborg.

You were often on duty at the city gates to collect legal fees from those who wanted to enter the city.

Several times you caught various merchants trying to secretly smuggle goods into the city that should be subject to additional duties.

In addition, you regularly patrolled the city streets.

So, no significant events happened to you for a month.

However, after this period, something happened that you did not expect.

It was night time.

After the next patrol, you walked along the street to return to the city guard barracks. You were walking along the dark, deserted streets of the city at night. You were coming from a fairly distant neighborhood. Therefore, you understood that you would not get to the barracks as quickly as you wanted.

Suddenly you felt a powerful blow! Some blunt object hit your right side! Your body flew to the side and your shoulder hit the wooden wall of a nearby house. The pain in your side was very unpleasant, but your chain mail prevented much more dangerous consequences.

You tried to quickly look around.

You saw several dark silhouettes moving towards you. One of these silhouettes was significantly larger than the other three silhouettes. It was probably this big guy who ensured that your shoulder unexpectedly met the wall.

You turned around to face four strangers.

They were getting closer and closer to you. And it is obvious that their intentions were not at all friendly.

The silhouette of a tall guy was approaching you faster than anyone else. Thanks to the weak moonlight, you were able to see him a little. What did you see? What does this big guy look like?

Powerful muscles, tall stature, sloping forehead, large cheekbones, small fangs, greenish skin tone, dirty cloth shirt, pants.

You realized that this guy is a half-orc like you.

And you noticed another feature of this guy that is very relevant to you right now. This guy is holding a large wooden club with both hands.

And this club is now rapidly flying towards your head.

You make a quick movement to the left. You dodged a blow from a club. The club hit the wall of the building behind you with a crash.

But you were quickly reminded that you have much more problems than the existence of one idiot with a big stick.

You heard the sound of metal clinking on metal. You saw a throwing knife fall to the ground and bounce off your helmet. You are lucky: due to the night time, one of the criminals attacking you missed. If the knife had flown ten centimeters lower, you would most likely already be dead.

The other two dark silhouettes approached you from both sides at once.

You heard one of them say, “You pissed off some very serious guys, you bastard!”

After this friendly phrase, you had to feel many blows from cold weapons. Each of these guys had a dagger. And they purposefully tried to use their daggers in such a way that your body would become like a sieve with holes through which flour is sifted.

You parried one blow from the dagger with the shaft of your halberd.

The second blow of the dagger pierced your chain mail and you felt that you were bleeding just below your shoulder.

The third blow of the dagger slid across your chain mail without much harm to your body.

The fourth blow of the dagger grazed your leg near the thigh. It was painful. But you felt that this cut was not very deep.

Such speed of your new acquaintances in striking with daggers convinced you of the need to moderate their fighting enthusiasm a little.

You swung your halberd in a swift circle.

The shaft of the halberd struck one of the nimble dagger wielders in the head. He flew four meters to the side. His body remained peacefully lying on the ground, waiting for its owner to regain consciousness.

The spike of your halberd almost hit the second criminal, who tried to kill you with a dagger. But this clever guy dodged the spike of the halberd at the last moment. He could rejoice because of his agility. However, this joy was prevented by the fact that the blade of a battle ax, which is located below the tip of the halberd, came into contact with his body. The result of this contact of flesh with metal was that the hand of this guy, in which he was holding a dagger, separated from his body and fell to the dirty ground. The next second, the body of this criminal fell onto the same dirty ground, uttering wild cries of pain and exuding copious streams of blood.

Probably one of four of your new acquaintances was impressed by your fighting abilities. He threw another throwing knife in your direction. The knife hit the wall of the house behind you. After this, the unlucky knife thrower chose to turn around and run away somewhere along the dark streets of the night city.

You might be pleased that the number of your enemies has been reduced.

But something ruined your mood.

It was another blow from a large wooden club. The blow hit the target. You felt a sharp pain in your arm. You dropped your halberd to the ground.

But the half-orc criminal who attacked you clearly decided that one blow with a club would not be enough.

He quickly ran up to you and tried to knee you in the groin. You instinctively managed to dodge. But you received a strong blow from this asshole’s knee to your leg.

This caused you to be thrown back and lose your balance.

You fell to the ground.

Now you have to make a decision in a split second. How should you act now?

Option one: try to defeat this powerful enemy yourself by any means necessary.

Option two: try to disorient this half-orc criminal. And then you run away from him to call for help.