Do unto me and I will do unto you tenfold.

Letting your anger at the indignant knight consume you. You focus on using your power again, no not to smite her, that would be too soon an end for her, what you have in mind will be far sweeter. Closing your eyes you make yourself stronger, faster, and more skilled than ever with a sword. Speaking of which you spawn a sturdy but sharp one on your back, and you figure you might as well go further and spawn some decent black armor too, a leather buckler and a steel breastplate with greaves and some steel toed boots, might as well be stylish.

Choosing to follow the bitch, you continue through the streets, people seem to get out of your way, and you assume you look quite intimidating. All the better when that bitch gets what's coming you muse. She seems to duck into a alcove at the corner of the street with a gaurd standing vigilant beside it, on approach it's actually a entranceway to a courtyard full of knights and gaurds who are training with dummies and each other, your prey continues a crossed the courtyard haughtily swaying her ass with every step further from you and into the doorway of a large tower. The gaurd however halts you as you try to pass him saying "sorry sir this is gaurds quarters, it's restricted to the public. You'll have to go another way." Flabbergasted that your prey is getting away so easily you face the gaurd and try to think up up a solution, and like a light bulb inspiration hits, with a comical wave of your hand you say "you want to let me pass you." To which he obviously replies "I want to let you pass me." Just as expected. With a smile you walk into the courtyard of sweaty soldiers both male and female working with their weapons and bettering their craft.

But a bellowing voice halts you in your tracks, it's deep and rumbling and quite imposing "Hey you there, where are you headed to eh?" Turning to glance in the direction of the voice you behold a mountain of muscles wrapped in steel and carrying a very heavy looking hammer. He walks toward you, the sun shining off his bald head "I am Hr'ogmar, first lieutenant of the city guards and this area is off limits to civilians. Remove yourself or be removed by ****." To which he grins showing a few golden capped teeth and grips his hammer more firmly.

You are stunned and try again to use your mind trick "I'm allowed to be here, I'll just go on my way up there." You stutter a bit apprehensively but try to deliver it as firmly as possible. He scratches his bald head for a moment and then looks at you again "Funny, you don't seem to have the papers to be here boy, Why don't you run along before I have to snap you like a twig." It seems just like the real thing, your mind tricks have a few flaws and does not effect everyone. You shuffle your feet a bit trying to figure out another way out of this.

Seeing your lack of response to his words he starts to approach you and puts a large firm hand on your shoulder, the Giants hand is about the size of your head so it's quite daunting to be this close to him, and from this distance you can smell the sweat of his exercising throughout the morning. Around you the other knights have stopped fighting to watch forming a circle around you. And then it clicks for you, a way out with this brute, and a way to ensnare your prey.

With a smile of your own you look up into the man's eyes who hover on a mountain of steel a few feet above you and firmly plant your feet in the ground as you say. "I'd like to see you try you worthless tin can." Sure it didn't really bite, but you had other things on your mind, namely survival.

The brute Hr'ogmar laughed a great bellowing laugh which shook the windows of the houses nearby and stepped back, wiping his eyes as tears formed, he slapped his chest and picked up his mighty hammer and took a ready stance. "Well then worm, let's see what you got." His voice had turned deadly and it chilled you to the core. Nonetheless you drew your sword, feeling it for the first time filling your hands was a bit daunting, but you swung it a few times at midair before you to get used to its weight. A knight jeered as you did this "poor baby, can't even hold his sword straight." To which others replied spurring on insults which insinuated that you were more and more infantile.

Hr'ogmar was the first to charge, bellowing and rushing towards you with his mighty hammer, for such a large guy he was surprisingly fast. And you narrowly missed the heavy piece of steel which could have replaced your head with a splattering on the wall behind you. Fortunately though you managed to duck and swing your sword at him, to which it harmlessly skidded off his breastplate. He swung again however to which you are **** to backpedal to avoid, and stumbled over your own feet, falling to to the ground on your back. Okay maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all, but as your eyes clear the sun shining down upon them, you notice a sparkling of blonde hair upon the towers balcony, your bitch was up there watching the fight, which was exactly what you intended.

With new vigor you pulled yourself to your feet and leveled your sword at Hr'ogmar, he laughed again confident you were no match for him at all, and the knights in the audience seemed to agree. Only a stable girl seemed silently attentive, gripping the post of the doorway she stood in as she watched, she was a tomboy kind of girl really with baggy clothes and short dark hair, the only clue to her womanhood was her heaving breasts which were firmly pressed into the wooden post so her nipples were visible even through her rough tunic.

You tear your eyes away from her however as Hr'ogmar advances on you again, swinging his heavy hammer with enough **** to move mountains, he slams into you this time, connecting right into your chest and with a loud crack you are sent flying a crossed the courtyard and into some hay right next to the frightened stable girl who gasped as you hit the hay. A bit dazed she rushes to you and asks if your alright, but before she replies Hr'ogmar yells at her "get off him wench, I'm not through with him yet." that hurt a lot, and you don't think you can take more pain really. Yes your body seems impervious to mortal harm, and you can feel your ribs stitching themselves up even now. But you still feel the full brunt of sensations, that includes both pleasure and pain. And rising from the hay rather flustered is fairly difficult for you without a stumble, to which the crowd laughs. Looking Hr'ogmar in the eyes you realize that now is your only chance to win this, so you firm up your stance and wait for him. He notices your immobility and laughs again "afraid boy? Afraid the boogeyman is gonna get you? Well too bad he has to come through ME FIRST!" He charges at you again but this time you shift your footing and right as he swings his hammer for your poor head you jump upward, grabbing on to that swinging hammer and using it to throw yourself over and behind him, to which you turn still seemingly in slow motion at least to you, and slash at the back of his ankle, forcing him to the ground in a cry of pain, and while he stands on one knee you climb his back and place your blade a crossed his throat and ask calmly "do you yield..?" He grunts in frustration and says "get the fuck off me maggot." While grabbing your sword arm and throwing you off of him. He stands limply but turns to you. It looks like he's he's gonna continue this, and you pick yourself up too ready for more.

But you are both broken from your concentration as you hear clapping above you. Looking up you see your bitch applauding the too of you. Her voice rings down from above still haughtily but impressed "I haven't seen such swordsmanship in a long time. But a mongrel like you can never beat me. Get him out of here." To which hr'ogmar nods at her and replies "yes mistress Knight meridian" he starts to stand but words from you stop him. "Is that so mi'lady? Can You Not Be Beaten?" You can tell she doesn't like your taunting tone, and she seems to be mulling it over from on top the balcony.