You try to fight with a balance between pressure and caution...

You struck again with your sword. The enemy put up a shield again, but he did it unsuccessfully... His shield is pierced by your sword... You see the blood of your enemy on the blade of your sword... You understand that, having pierced the enemy’s shield, you cut his palm...

The enemy is **** to throw away his shield, you see how his hand, which was holding the shield, hangs lifelessly... You see how from a large puncture wound that crosses his palm and part of his hand blood pours onto the sand...

You smile and you inhale the scent of the enemy's blood...

Suddenly the enemy gives a frantic scream and rushes at you, delivering a series of quick blows with an ax...

You barely have time to cover yourself with your shield...Blow... Another blow... Another blow...

Your shield has been cut so badly that it has become almost unusable for defense...

You remember one of the tips on using a shield that the dwarf Belknab gave you...

You make a lightning-fast move as your frenzied opponent once again attempts a furious ax swing to crush your skull...

You hit your chopped ash shield into the teeth of your enemy... His teeth scatter in all directions along the bank of this small river... Probably in the future, children from the nearest village will find these teeth and play with them like small stones and pebbles...

Your enemy is shocked. The blow of his ax missed... You do not allow the enemy to come to his senses. You make a quick stabbing movement... The tip of your sword pierces the throat of your enemy... Your opponent tries to say something but nothing comes out... He chokes on blood... His lifeless body falls on the coastal sand...

You caught your breath a little... You looked around...

The battle continues... You notice that there are clearly fewer corpses of the caravan guards on the ground than the corpses of the mysterious attackers... You understand that one of the reasons for this is that the attackers are dressed only in leather armor, and the caravan guards are dressed in chain mail...

Suddenly you feel that you are too relaxed... The blow of an ax hits your shoulder along a tangential trajectory... You are slightly thrown to the side... Fortunately for you, your chain mail withstood this blow... But now you are guaranteed a huge bruise and pain in shoulder for the entire next week... That's at least... If you're even alive by the end of this fight...

You turn to face a new enemy...

You understand that this is the same asshole whom you roundhouse hit his disgusting face with your shield... So, this fucker woke up... Your task now is to send him to rest again... It is advisable that you provide him with “last sleep”

The enemy delivers one ax blow after another... You barely dodge... Blocking an ax blow with your chopped up shield is quite dangerous... So you can get hit by an ax blade on your hand... And your current enemy's shield is much less chopped up than you have... And he uses his shield to block the blows of your sword...

You are tired but you need to figure out a way not to die... You strike blow after blow... The enemy is not far behind you... His blows are weaker than yours, but the speed of his blows is as high as yours...

Finally, you came up with a trick... After another attack from your enemy, you powerfully spat your saliva into the slits of his mask where the gray eyes of your enemy were visible...

The enemy was unpleasantly surprised and he hesitated for a second... You took advantage of the opportunity and delivered a cutting blow to his legs... He did not have time to put up his shield...

You see that the blade of your sword has severed the tendon and significantly cut the calf of your enemy's leg...

Your opponent fell on his back...