Fight!

You push down the bile in your throat and steel your nerves. You won't let this pig have his way with you, no matter what. You grip for the sword at your side and free it from the makeshift scabbard you constructed. You scramble to your feet and point the blade at the soldier, who stopped in place.

"What the Hell?" The round man yelled out. "Where did he get that?" he pats his side in vain, seemingly forgetting he was just in his breeches.

"Marcus, you fucking halfwit." The man in the alley sighed. He pulls free his long sword and tosses it through the air. You look on in horrified amazement as the blade arcs through the air and Marcus manages to catch the handle deftly and with more skill than you expected. "Don't forget your blade next time, or I'll won't save you from getting skewered."

"Thanks Darius." Marcus nods and the lecherous grin returns to his face. "You know, I was going to just use you and throw you away, but I think this insolent rebellion earns you some extra pain." He steps forward and then breaks into a full run at you, sword at the ready.

Your eyes grow wide and you let a string of curses loose from your lips. You quickly step backwards to try and get some space between you, but the soldier is surprisingly fast despite his size, and the lack or armor makes him even swifter. He breeches the gap between you and swings his sword. You raise your gladius up for the block, but the sheer power of his strike knocks your sword away like it was nothing. The blade continues on it's path and cuts you along your left cheek, leaving a stinging gash. You stumble backwards, run into an abandoned vendor stand, and collapse on the ground. Your free hand lands in a pile of what you assume is sawdust.

"Maybe I'll cut off some legs so you can't run away." Marcus snickered and raised his sword again. Without thinking, you clutch a handful of sand and dust and toss into the air and into his face. It interrupts Marcus and he lowers his sword and rubs at his eyes. You take advantage of his momentary downtime to push yourself up onto your feet and get a strike in. His erection is still at full mast at the thought of violating you and it makes as obvious a target as any.

You start low and swing up with your short sword, cutting through cloth and then through skin. Marcus screeches in pain as you castrate him and he drops his sword to the ground to clutch his crotch where his manhood once was. He drops to his knees, the pain and blood loss making him unable to stand. You don't wait for him to recover; you swing you blade again, this time at his newly positioned neck. Your blade doesn't tear through his throat completely, as you aren't strong enough to fully decapitate him, but it is enough to kill him and drop him to the ground.

You pant wearily and your hands shake, a mixture of fear from your near **** experience, and shock at the life you just took. You've never killed before and now that the adrenaline has diminished slightly, reality sets in and you find yourself appalled at what you've done. Then you become aware that all the other soldiers are looking at you and you lift your sword back up into defensive mode. As one, all the other soldiers draw their weapons as well.