8 Massacre at the Bridge
A couple of minutes since Abgner lay in the haystack, he at long last nodded off, two stories over, the man stood facing the open window regardless of whether it was dim outside he has a light joined to the wall, to broaden his vision. He was going to pass when he saw something outside.
"Is that the wagon?", he solicited himself, seeing a little glint from light, at that point, it ends up noticeably brighter and brighter.
" I have to flag the others," he opened a wooden container just next to him, a squeaking sound delivered, what was inside were three sticks, one was green, the other two were yellow and red, these lay on dried wheat-grasses. He grabbed the yellow one and approached the torch and removed it, he solidly held the stick, and after that he let the fire consume the end of the stick, little shimmers were delivered and afterward, he positions the rod on the opposite window.
"Is that their flag?", Hanzo saw the blast on the sky originating from a tower, even though it wasn't that boisterous regardless he saw the small explosion it delivered.
Hanzo's wagon was the man saw moving toward the tower; about a moment has passed, Hanzo already past the tower.
"The folks from the tower already found the merchant", five men were perched over a 2 story stone building just adjacent to a stone scaffold, they did not neglect to see the yellow lights that detonated in the sky, in spite of the fact that the tower was scarcely visible because of the trees that hindered their vision.
"What a numbskull, the wagon likely has money on them."
"You do not intend to turn everything over isn't that right?"
"No I'm not", two of them got their bow and conveyed their quivers, and they remained on the housetop while the other three went ground floor and they turn out the building, the other one was holding a broadsword, and alternate has a hatchet while the other one had a spear with a wooden stick.
"It will come soon so get ready to shoot; you know what happened to Abgner," the man with the sword talked.
The two men on the top nod in agreement about a moment has passed when they saw a light that continues developing and developing.
"Prepare yourselves, his here," the man talked again as he grasped his sword with his right hand. At that point something came into their vision even though it was not clear since it's night, the moving thing that comes with light was moving towards them, they could distinguish what it was," It's the wagon, shoot!", the man requested then the archers did not make any sound or gesture, but instead, they took a position, together they pull strings getting ready to shoot as the wagon got closer to their spot.
They were going to shoot when something surprising happens.
"What the hell!".
"It ceased… ", the wagon was going to reach the zone where the bowmen can shoot yet then the carriage stopped.
"Check it," the man holding a sword requested the man holding a hatchet.
"I know," at that point hurried to the ceased wagon as yet holding his hatchet.
"No one's here!", after checking within the wagon, the man hopped out and yelled.
"He most likely hurried to the woodland, the wagon was there to get him time… ", the man with the sword heard the yell and influenced a conclusion," Check the stream on the off chance that he is attempting to pass," he requested one of the bowmen which gestured and turned his bow to the waterway.
The stream was around twenty feet deep, so the best way to pass is to swim, and since it's dim, they're off guard since they can't see obviously.
The man holding the lance volunteered to get nearer to the waterway to look.
The man who checked the wagon was going to backpedal to the group when he neglected to see the moving bushes. Something left it at that point moved toward the man, he had neglected to respond quicker, a blade was going to cut his neck yet didn't, his hands bolted on his back, his face was sweating, as reflections can be seen on the beads since the fire enlightened the light.
"What's taking him so long," the swordsman asked himself, it's been about a moment since the yell yet he didn't come as of now. He grinned seeing the man at long last approach yet a sudden turn happen.
"He's hostage!", The bowman not facing the stream yelled, seeing the hatchet man went with another person, his hands were in the face of on his back, and something was close on his neck, the two were moving toward deliberately and gradually. The spearman and the other bowman turned their thoughtfulness regarding the opposite side, affirming that the merchant did not go to the stream there is no use seeking.
"Shoot!", the swordsman yelled the bowmen were stunned on the order since their comrade took a prisoner, they unmistakably falter.
"Shoot! Goddamn it, were scoundrels, not young men playing knights!", the man furiously demanded.
The hands of the bowmen were unmistakably shaking, they can't avoid the order, or they'll die on his hands, yet they had no way out even with the reasonable pity face of their hostage comrade, who cried hearing the brutal request of the swordsman. If just the other one got asked, he wouldn't be kidnapped and bite the dust.
The man's face, loaded with sweat and tears, he was getting a handle on to state something,"Plea-," he didn't complete his assertion.
The swordsman smiled seeing the bolt stuck into the man's head "Good work Peterys, you're faithfulness to the band will be remunerated," he turned his thoughtfulness regarding the bowman who let go,
Peterys' face was both glad and miserable, at that point he took a look at the next archer with frustration.
"His sort of men is no utilization, he neglected to see the bizarreness of the circumstance and was indiscreet, he let his guard down when he did, and we needn't bother with an apathetic man! We require somebody who can execute his companion for the Troll Bandits!", the man clarified energetically.
"Requesting your men to execute your men, that is pretty botched up," the individual said as yet holding the body, gradually moving toward the group. "Said the one who took a hostage," the leader replied.
"That should be negotiable; you likely have some resentment on this man here, you quickly ordered to shoot," the individual asserted.
"Negotiable!? You hurt one of our men and most likely the reason for the diminishing supply of Old Gherin, we can't give you a chance to pass here alive", the swordsman temples wrinkled.
The individual whispered something. However, the opposite group can't fathom it."Since you won't let me pass then I need to kill you so you can't get me", the individual is at last sufficiently close so they can see his face, dark hair and almond shaped eyes simply like what they've heard."A young fellow against four of us, he has no chance", the swordsman conversed with the spear-man next to him.
The spear-man precisely moved toward the young fellow; he attempted to pierce assault however the adversary merely let the carcass be his shield, similar to them the body was wearing a leather vest so he can't undoubtedly pierce through without enough power.
Swooshossh!
Two discharged bolts, the individual took a gander at the swordsman's face brimming with certainty and the spear-man who made three strides back, however, the arrow naturally arrived on a similar target.
The man let go of the corpse, and the Spearman saw the rosy sheath on the man's midsection, he made a piercing movement however the man could repel the lance's point, the Spearman made a stride back, he was going to assault when he noticed the stick, where did my spear go, he questioned.
The swordsman's face was brimming with stun and fear; he was not past the point where it is possible to see that the man cut the lance until the end that the cut part landed on the ground and made a sound.
The spear-man tossed the stick to the man, yet it didn't hit him, he at that point keep running for his life however it was past the point of no return. The cutting sword effectively injured his back, a splash of blood was turning out from his body then his body arrived on the ground as yet wearing a stunned face, making a pool of blood.
Swoosh!
Two bolts were at the same time let go yet then the man evades them two and the bolts directly hit the earth, the swordsman at that point took a position after he made a signal to the archers.
Before the opponent reached him, two bolts were already released, and like last time the man evaded both then the swordsman moved toward the man with a slice leftward," You're dead!", He yelled seeing the man was not expecting his assault. What he didn't expect that the man could hinder his broadsword, created a sound, he at that point saw the young fellow's weird grin.
The swordsman made a stride back however not at all like the spear-man, he kept running as quick as he could towards the building,"Shoot him don't give him a chance to get close us!", he yelled the Bowmans' hands were shaking, with fear observed on their appearances.
The swordsman reached the rooftop in the wake of hindering the entryway with furniture; there was just a single window on the first floor and a man a size of a midget can only fit on it, so he didn't try to block it. He then looks below where the adversary is after a second of heavy breathing,"What is he doing?...," he asked himself, seeing the man just stood where he last observed him.
"Don't take this for granted, shoot!", He yelled at the archers. They looked after and discharged four bolts all the while. However, these were not able to hit the man who avoided every one of them", There are insufficient bowmen, if there's four us, we can hit him rather," one of the archers whined.
"What number of bolts still left?", the swordsman inquired.
"Seven," the swordsman contemplated for a moment," Then he's not endeavoring to run out us of bolts," at that point took a look at the young fellow that is as yet wearing his grin unhesitatingly.
"Sir, when are the others arrive here?", one of the bowmen inquired.
"About thirty minutes that is the thing that the Troll Leader let me know however at that point he can see already past the bridge… ", the man addressed yet when he said about the merchant successfully pass the bridge, sweats were spilling out of his face.
Like dreaded, the merchant strolled toward his wagon and rode until it's going to get nearer to the building, "Shoot the steed, don't give it a chance to pass the bridge!", the archers alter their course to the bridge yet what they didn't expect was rather than the scaffold, the wagon was moving toward the building.
The stallion turned sideways; they were going to shoot in the driver's seat when they saw the man was gone instead he was over the wagon, they pull yet the man could evade one and repel the other. At that point set his sword back to his midsection, his grin was brighter than ever, "Don't tell me he's going to… ", the swordsman made a stride behind observing the merchant on the same floor from them.
"You have to hone your archery folks," the man talked, taking a look at the archers that were going to piss their jeans. One of them was going to shoot the merchant," Distance doesn't make a difference, you can't hit me, you'll simply kick the bucket attempting." The archer halted what he was going to do, "Don't trust him, you blockheads!", the swordsman yelled, he was on the edge of the housetop taking a look at the ground beneath him.
"You're not endeavoring to hop, are you?, you'll simply hurt yourselves, I'm not that certain about my archery but rather I'm superior to these two", the merchant noticed.
"Anyway, Anyway… I have a suggestion for both of you", he talked while shaking his own particular hands, as yet wearing his grin.
"The person who will slaughter this man first will be saved."
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"What?!!, you can't do that, they're loyal to the group", the swordsman was stunned on what the merchant offered.
"Hey! The group will be disbanded somehow; nobody will rebuff you on the off chance that you murder this man", the young merchant demanded.
"I will give ten golden lions who can slaughter this man and… and.. I'll help you with promotion, a higher position than what I have", the swordsman was thinking of something to persuade the bowmen.
"That is simply unfilled promises."
"At that point how might you ensure you'll save my life," one of the archers asked with a genuine tone.
"I'm a merchant, right? I don't break promises", the man addressed quickly.
The archer who asked turned his attention to the swordsman and took a stance,"Stop! Try not to do that you wicked imbecile who can't appropriately shoot", he stopped when he felt a monstrous agony, took a gander at his chest where it originated from and there he saw a bolt stuck on his body,"Shi… .".
Bang!, the trader investigates the ground where the swordsman body landed.
"I can appropriately shoot you know… ", the archer additionally investigates the laying body and attempted to spit on it, his saliva landed on the corpse's face.
"Nice… ", the merchant was all the while gazing at the corpse when he heard a sound.
Swoosh!
One of the bowmen named Peterys endeavored to shoot the merchant however he fortunately responded and moved his head keeping away from a head-shot.
"Okay… Okay… If that is the thing that you need", the dealer made a motion, taking the bow and bolt of the bowman who shot the swordsman.
He at that point pulled the string; another bolt was terminated at him however just a stunning appearance was seen on the two bowmen face after the merchant effectively countered the approaching arrow with his own.
His bolt softened the other up half and arrived on the bowman's knee, the other party yelled in anguish.
"What a fortunate shot!", the trader giggled in the wake of seeing a wonder.
"I needed both of you to shoot that dead ass on the ground, yet I didn't see that there was extremely a loyal one in your group."
"Saving one of you should be a lie yet you influence it to be true… ", the dealer made a gesture,"Peterys," "Yes Peterys.. you influenced it to work out as expected, I wager you're the person who shot that hatchet fellow as well".
"Is the hatchet fellow your companion?", he asked the other one.
"Indeed, we were neighbor, his name is Horys," he addressed bleakly.
"You can render retribution now, seeing your companion with a bolt in the head, don't you feel outraged? Now's your chance.", the merchant gives the bow back.
"There's no bolt left," the man replied, the merchant at that point investigate the man's quiver and seen it's empty.
"You can use this knife then", he got his blade from his pocket and offered it to the man, he acknowledged it obviously and moved toward the other Bowman," You can't do this Megis, we're companions too you know", Peterys had no other choice however to ask or bounce.
"Not any longer," Megis did not falter, when he was going to achieve Peterys, Peterys bounced to the wagon and hopped again to reach the ground and started to dash.
"Ohh..", the merchant was in wonderment seeing the man copy him.
"This is for Horys," Megis took a position and tossed the knife.
Woshwoshwoshwoossh
The merchant saw Peterys' body landed on the ground with a blade joined to the back of his neck.
"I figure we're both fortunate with our shots today," the merchant remarked.
"Only a shot," Megis corrected.
