A weak girl is of little use. But she distracts your enemy a little. Next, you will have to strain yourself and act on your own...

If you could strain your memory now, you would remember that Mara always looked at you with a strange encouraging look and always tried to please you. Her attitude towards you has long been particularly “friendly”...

But still, the fact that she was able to overcome her fear and try to help you in such a dangerous situation is something extraordinary...

She runs towards a group of warriors and shouts: “Please stop! Listen to sir Stefan! What if his fears turn out to be true?"

Doppelganger annoyedly says: “Get that stupid commoner maid out of here! This foolish bitch is just getting in the way!”

Two more warriors are distracted from shooting. They grab the screaming servant girl and drag her inside the tower from which she came running.

None of the remaining warriors clearly took the girl’s words seriously.

The only benefit of her action was that two more warriors were distracted from shooting. Now the centaur Roth has a slightly increased chance of survival...

Two warriors are approaching you...

You decide to improvise...

You say: “I agree... I will go with you and will not say any... nonsense. But... Please... I need to tell my brother Anton important words... I have information about the plans of the centaur tribe... The Bloody Hooves tribe of robber centaurs is planning attacks on the settlements of our peasants. I was able to overhear important information about the locations of their next attacks. I urgently need to tell this to my brother so that he can take measures to organize defense..."

The two warriors relax. They allow you to get closer to Pseudo-Anton.

The monster that stole your brother's appearance spreads its arms to the sides as if offering you a hug.

His mocking smile reflects his awareness of his superiority over you.

He probably thinks that you are broken morally and that you have realized the futility of any attempts at resistance.

He says in a mock friendly tone: “It’s good that you are being reasonable, Stefan! I am very glad that you gratefully accept my efforts! I act only to ensure the well-being of our family! I'm sure you realize this. The noble family of Monok will be strong and rich! This is all I can think about... So, come closer, my beloved brother... What exactly did you want to tell me?”

You take a couple more steps...

You sigh heavily...

You open your mouth as if you are about to start saying something...

Then you use all your strength to rush towards the doppelganger!

He clearly did not expect such an act from you!

The monster didn’t even have time to grab the curved steel shamshir sword with a wavy blade from its sheath...

Your chest is in contact with the surface of luxurious dark lamellar armor...

An unpleasant blow... You will obviously have bruises.

Pseudo-Anton's body falls to the floor.

Your body is on top.

You are doing something... disgusting...

Your teeth bite the right cheek of the one who has the appearance of your brother.

You clenched your teeth together as hard as possible.

Powerful head movement...

Your teeth made a wound in his flesh.

Your tongue feels the liquid.

The warriors around you shout in bewilderment.

The young knight's voice sounds especially loud. He is trying to somehow eliminate this confusion by giving orders to the soldiers.

Strong arms grab you from all sides and pull you away from Pseudo-Anton's body.

A piece of flesh remains in your teeth...

Suddenly…

Something is changing...

In the cries of the warriors, who had completely stopped shooting with bows and crossbows, one could hear... fear...

Fear and disgust...

You look up.

In the place of someone who just ten seconds ago looked like your brother Anton, there is now something... something that has an appearance that you could not even imagine.

A form that looks like the most perverted and frightening nightmare.

This creature, whose body is dressed in luxurious dark lamellar armor, looks like a gray-skinned humanoid with rough, hairless, pimply skin and amorphous, almost indistinguishable features of a noseless face, on which only huge eyes without pupils stand out. The eyes are a disgusting dull yellowish hue. It looks like pus...

The ears of the vile monster are in close contact with the ugly swollen, completely bald skull. These ears are somewhat reminiscent of the corresponding organs of bats...

The monster's huge mouth curls into a perverted smile, revealing many small, needle-shaped fangs of a light bluish hue.

The monster's right cheek bears a nasty laceration. This is your bite mark. A yellowish-grayish liquid oozes from this wound.

Realizing that there is now a piece of disgusting doppleganger flesh in your mouth, you feel a growing urge to vomit.

You spit a piece of flesh from your mouth and shout to the warriors: “Do you see?! Now do you see?! This is not my brother! This is not human! You shouldn't have shot the centaur! The problem is not the centaurs, but the fact that vile monsters like this freak are hiding inside our estate!”

Your words now have a completely different effect.

The warriors look stunned at the one who recently looked like your brother Anton.

A second later, the warriors take out short iron swords from their sheaths and begin to surround the monster from all sides.

Words reach your ears, spoken in a strange non-human tone and permeated with hatred: “I underestimated you, weakling...”

Then the doppelganger, with a lightning-fast movement, performs a somersault from a prone position.

Now he is on his feet.

His hand clutches the gilded hilt of a curved steel sword - shamshir...

The sound of a blade being drawn from its sheath...

A skillful swing of the weapon...

You barely have time to stagger to the side and fall to the floor.

The wave-shaped steel of the blade cuts through iron chain mail with ease.

Two warriors fall to the floor next to you with cries of hellish pain.

At a distance of about a meter from you, bloody stumps of flesh lie...

A hand severed near the forearm, the palm of which continues to clutch a short iron sword.

A leg severed just above the knee, from which flows copious streams of blood...

The blood quickly spreads towards you and stains your hands and your clothes.

But now you clearly have no time for that.

The monster lets out a chilling screech. His eyes filled with anger look straight into your face.

The warriors, dressed in iron chain mail, again try to attack the doppelganger.

He, with the help of his blade, masterfully parries three blows at once.

The young knight runs towards the enemy and tries to hit him with a small war hammer.

The monster deftly dodges to the side and kicks the knight in the left side.

The knight moves further by inertia and hits the stone loophole.

New swing of the deadly curved steel sword-shamshir...

The doppelganger's gaze clearly expresses the intention to cut all the flesh of your body into small pieces of bloody meat...