Fight

He is a worm, and you will not obey him. You jump from your horse, draw your sword and attack him without any hesitation. As you suspected, he is not a good fighter. He tries to block your stroke but is way too slow and you cut deeps into his shoulder. He screams and tries to jump away, but it is too late. Your second stroke, finds his throat, slicing it wide open. Blood splashes against your face, and you feel a warm, deep satisfaction rising in you. Suddenly, something hits you, and you get thrown to the ground. Of course, he was not alone, you think angrily, while pain is overwhelming you.

"You little bitch" a deep voice shouts. " You will suffer for this." You look up to a big bearded man in a fur cape with a big mace swinging in your direction.