12 + Oh no +

Folke walked into the village, there were no men, women or children in the streets for now except the guards that could be seen at the longhouse who were required to be there who were already drunk and playing games like cards.

Folke quickly made sure that everyone was really at the feast for the most part. So he went into everyone's houses with his weapon drawn to make sure he was not caught surprised. The bigger families were assured to be at the longhouse if they didn't want to be seen as disgraceful toward the mayor's family.

Folke in one of his sweeps which was going good until he found two teenagers out on a stroll. One young male and a female who had a long skirt which was dragging on the floor.

`That fabric looks rich.` The woman's face was obscure due to her back facing folke.

Folke unsheathed his sword loud enough for the couple to recognize his presence. He was assured that if they ran away they couldn't escape and he also for some reason felt a bit of triumph to be able to hunt a pair of humans. It was similar to how a hunter looks at a game instead the hunter is having a head on head match with his game.

The two turned around and looked at Folke's slow approach.The young man said something unadiable to Folke's ear which caused the woman to scream and begin running. The young man took out his ax which was on his belt, and went to face folke one on one.

Folke smiled and rushed forward with his sword raised to the sky, the young man raised his ax to block the attack when it came down. Folke quickly brung the sword down aimed at the shoulder he wanted to cleave off the poor boys arm.

The young man's reaction was too slow, he raised the ax and the sword passed it and dug deeply into his arm causing him to scream and drop to his knees clutching his shoulder. Folke quickly pulled the sword out and slashed his throat.

Folke was disappointed that he couldn't chop the arm off with his current power but he couldn't complain now, he didn't have the time to complain now that the girl was running away. . . wait. . .. oh she just tripped on her ridiculously long skirt. klutz.

She broke her fall with her arms causing her sleeves to rip harshly down cloth. She began to struggle to get up her arms numb due to the hard fall when she stopped suddenly she began to hear footsteps next to her ear. `Did he already win?` She began to turn around and was met with help. The cold dark steel blade pierced her mouth and directly pointed out the back of her neck.

Folke pulled out the sword harshly causing the blood to splatter onto the ground and the side of her mouth to rip; he then ripped off a piece of the fabric that the girl was wearing. He learned some basics of sword handling in his craftsmanship job not because he worked with swords but because his master was friends with the blacksmith and regularly talked together.

He heard one time that when blood is left on the sword it rusts, so he cleaned the sword with the fabric thoroughly and continued on his sweeps. He heard the heavy footsteps of men rapidly approaching his position`Those girly scream of those two was too loud! But that shouldn't matter. This power of mine should be able to deal with a guard.` Folke steeled his will and prepared for his fight with the guards taking out his shield and waiting for them to come.

Folke expected at least two guards to mobilize but was left speechless when he saw that there were ten guards approaching him at rapid speed by the time he was able to recognize the danger he was in because of his proud and narcissistic mindset it was too late to turn back. The guards did an encirclement around him and had him surrounded on all sides.

Folke gripped his sword and shield tightly, they also had the same kind of weapons to folke and the armor was lighter compared to the soldiers on the field. They had padded armor and leather straps on their arms.

Folke looked at the men in front of him and kind've stood still while they began to collapse the formation on him slowly. He took a step back and then rushed forward with a roar. His sword was raised clearly above his shield which faced his direction.

The trained guards were not amused by this act and didn't even flinch when he roared. What they did do was have the back begin to rush forward at his action and had the side he rushed toward prepare for combat.

Once he reached striking distance with his sword, he swung it down viciously in a diagonal direction slightly moving his shield to accommodate this action. The blocked the strike with his shield and took a step forward with a thrust aimed at his chest directly.

Folke stopped the thrust with his shield tossing it to the side, and pulled his sword back readying another strike when he felt a hard hit in his back, shoulder and arms. The flanks have finally reached Folke's rear.

He felt the pain and pressure of each attack, he was lucky that they struck his armor instead of his legs and that his bones were upgraded due to his gain of power. He paused momentarily with the pain and continued his strike aimed at his torso he supported the action by bashing his shield into the sides of his shield which opened up like a door exposing him.

Two people attempted to strike folke folke on his arms, but he pushed forward and the sword merely scratched his armored arms, making a satisfying crisp sound of a sword scratching against chainmail.

This surprised everyone here, he should be immobilized by this point and how did he manage to get one of them to the ground. The guard that was struck crumpled to the ground and allowed him to abuse the lapse in focus from the guards Folke to continue another strike twisting his wrist and delivering an ascending cut aimed at the next man's exposed arm weapon arm.

The man tried to move back but was late allowing it to hit his arm. He dropped his shield holding his debilitated arm even a strike like that from Folke was able to debilitate an arm. The sword wasn't able to cut deep into the armor but it completely broke the man's forearm.

He readied another strike while he thought that they were still reorganizing to be forcibly met with a hard strike to his leg causing him to kneel and shout. The sudden kneeling allowed a sword to sail above his head, completely missing. He switched his sword to reverse grip enraged and thrusted it backward into the knee of the person who caused him harm.

He then was met with another hard strike on his shield arm by someone right next to him. His sword arm faltered in the thrust as a result causing him to strike lower. He heard a scream and he twisted his body and delivered a strike in an arc causing the man to crumple to the ground, his calf torn.

The strike he was delivering was knocked to the side, and was replaced with a shield bash to his face making him black out for a second and by that time.

He felt a hard kick in the back of his head, which was of course the guards getting some more revenge on the inhumane bastard. Folke fell forward onto his face. He felt the pain of many objects strike his body, the guards were kicking, striking and thrusting swords into folke.