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Straightening yourself back up, you make sure that your breathing is relaxed and that your sword is perfectly balanced in your hand. As the woman screams again, provoking cruel laughter from her would-be rapists, you find yourself having conflicted feelings about her.

On the one hand, you’re quite smitten by her beauty and already convinced that she deserves a better fate that what will be bestowed upon her by those four swine, but at the same time there’s a little voice in the back of your head that’s telling you over and over again that she’d be worth a fortune at the **** auction.

Well, it’ll solve itself later, you think to yourself as you slide around the corner. You move quickly and silently across the cobbled street, and the men are so focused on the woman that you can up right next to them before they even notice you.

It’s the man who’s the first to spot you, but he doesn’t do that before you’ve swung your sword at him. You aimed your swing at his throat, but the man acts on reflex by bending downwards in the hopes that your sword will pass over his head. Sadly enough for him, he doesn’t duck down fast enough, and you strike his head at angle, your blade coming against his head all the way up from his jawbone over the area just in front of his ear and onwards to his right temple.

He’s looking pretty dead, and his friends rather shocked, so you move on and manage to thrust your sword into one of them, creating a large hole in his stomach.

It is only now that they’ve realised what’s going on, and you have to block a club with your sword while stepping out of the way as the second unharmed man tries to smash you over the legs. The woman doesn’t run, which you’re thankful for, but instead remain frozen and watch the fight in petrified silence.

A quick swing of your sword and your third adversary is suddenly missing his left hand, blood gushing out of the stump, and you soon put an end to his pain with another well-aimed swing of your sword.

Unsurprisingly, the last of the four men has realised that his chances of survival will increase dramatically the further away from you that he gets, and has begun to run down the street.

Dropping your sword, you reached behind you and pull your back-up weapon; an eastern-style short sword with a very wide blade that’s bent at the middle.

Taking aim, you throw the shorter blade after the man, and strike him right in the back with it, sending him flying onto his stomach.

Without displaying any emotions whatsoever, you pick up your spatha and walk over to the man with a blade sticking out of his back, where you drive the tip of your longer sword into his neck, ending his life, before wiping your weapons clean on his tunic and walking back to the woman whom you’ve just saved.