Retreat

You scream in horror and back away, as he begins to approach. It's evident that the yelling has attracted some attention as another female runs out to attend to the dying farmer and a young male appears from a hut armed with a shortsword in either hand. Seeing your disposition, he runs up to you and protectively stands facing the attacker. The young man is a similar age to you, though maybe one or two years older, and has dark brown hair cut short. He has a well groomed beard and wears a white tunic and leather chaps with a pair of fur shoes. He stands at around 6'1, and is clearly well built. It's rather obvious who would win, should the farmer **** him.
"Hey, pal, you wanna back up? You've got nothing against her." he says, trying to reason with the obviously unstable individual. The attacker charges, launching a spear attack at the young man. It is easily parried and followed up with a swift kick delivered almost expertly, sending the farmer tumbling to the floor and disarming him. Your guardian then restrains the farmer, and orders a friend of his to drag him into Londinium.
"You okay?" he asks, slinging both of his swords onto either side of his hip.
"Uhm.. yeah, I guess." you respond nervously, smiling. "Thanks.. that could've ended badly."
"Come into my home, relax for a minute." he says, offering a hand to lead you.