15 SHORYUKEN!!!

"It was a Bray Shaman, it seems they have planned a Blood Sacrifice Ritual here using the townspeople. Though I'm too late to save the others, I was still able to stop the ritual to succeed." Mark said as he walked to the top part of the Hill where there was a large pool of blood and corpses of dead people.

The Knights gagged at the sight of many dismembered bodies as well as the town lord with his personal guards while the Paladin only frowned at the sight.

"Where's the Shaman then?" The Paladin asked.

"That guy? Well he's over here, over there and a little bit of him right over that wall there." Mark pointed out the parts left of the Bray Shaman as he was used as a club by the Minotaur.

"You did this?" The Paladin was unsure of Mark now that he saw the fate of the Shaman.

"No, that credit goes to that big fella over there." Mark pointed out to the unconscious Minotaur on the other side of the blood pool which was now noticed by those present.

"By the Lady! You have felled such a beast? You sword must have been blessed by Ulric himself if you could fell such a monster." The Paladin was impressed seeing the Body of the Minotaur.

"That is where you are wrong Lord Paladin, Lord Mark defeated the beast with but a knife. The beast was so helpless that he never had landed a blow once." The old one handed man said with pride as he looked at the eyes of the young knights widen at the information. The Paladin also widened his eyes as he was not sure if he could kill a beast like this with only a knife in hand.

"It's still alive!!" The Impetuous Knight said as he saw the Minotaur still Breathe. The rest were alarmed and almost drew their swords if the Minotaur even moves a muscle. The Paladin looked at Mark who shrugged and said.

"I didn't kill it, I only weakened it so much that it couldn't move for now. I also had the people here capture any Beastmen alive as I intend to chain them up and use them as slaves." Mark said without any fear even if the Paladin and Knights frown at the words enslave, the town Lord this as a chance to gain credit.

"Such vile creatures must be smited! Letting such a foul being breathe near us will endanger the people!" The Town Lord acted indignant like he really cared for the peasants but what he wanted was to rile up these young Hot-Blooded knights.

"And you want to enslave them?! Have you got no honor?! No wonder you are still not knighted!" The impatient knight added as he was feeling stifled when he learnt the man in front of him killed such a beast. He was so jealous that he tried to find something he could feel superior at like him being knighted.

"That's right! You say you killed Bray Shaman but I think it was just the Minotaur going mad thus they fought each other. You only dared to claim credit that you weakened the beast!" The town lord was felt braver now that one of the knights took his side.

"That's right how can you prove you killed them?! To me you are just a liar who wanted credit when it was these commoners who did the job! I hate pretentious nobles like you!!" The Impatient one still clamored trying to justify that he was better than this man in front of him, his actions of not bowing to the paladin irked him that he thought he was showing disrespect.

The other Young Knights were also skeptical because the Shaman was ravaged by the Minotaur which was also still alive so they thought maybe the infighting weakened the beast and this guy just claimed he did it. The Paladin was unsure too but he could tell the man in front of him was skilled, it was just unbelievable he took down the large beast so he didn't speak at all.

"I say that is what really happened! You are a Liar and a charlatan! What do you have to say?" The town lord felt smug as he wanted to take credit by this victory thus he riled the young men. But Mark just stared coldly at their clown play as he thought how it came to this. Then he saw the expression of the Town Lord and the Idiot Knight, he understood then and there that they were driven by Greed and Jealousy.

He knew the peasant would take his side but having these two arrogant pricks here meant they would have no say in the matter. Mark also saw the skeptical face of the Paladin but he didn't miss the disappointed he has towards the impatient one. He could prove it was him but why should he, he is no jester that should dance just because they said so, so he said.

"Go find a room and fuck yourselves, I am not here to entertain you." Mark then ignored them as he picked the chains up. He had the Golem take some metal cuffs he had made before during his free time as he prepared it just for this scenario. He had wanted to get slaves in the City first but having these Beastmen early would not hurt.

"You dare ignore us! How dare you disrespect the noble knights of Bretonnia!" The impatient one screamed again like an idiot on drugs as he drew his sword to punish the offender. The town lord also drew his ornamental sword and said.

"Keeping a filthy creature alive is affront to the Lady's grace! I shall slay it in her name!" The town lord wanted to do this as he knew if he slayed the creature he has rights to take its head as a trophy. He could brag about this in the future of him slaying a monstrous Minotaur. The thought made him grin like a foolish idiot even if he already is.

He was impatient that he ran towards the wounded Minotaur and raised his sword high to aim a clean cut on the neck. Such amateurish move would be his death if this was the battlefield but the Beast was wounded badly so the Knights didn't stop him.

"Stop!" The Paladin shouted as he felt something was wrong when Mark paused and tensed. He looked to the Town Lord who was drunk in arrogance he didn't notice the lying beast shift slightly. As he was close enough for a strike, the large mass of muscle moved suddenly as it sent its horn towards the one closing in. The Minotaur hoped it was the hateful enemy but what he saw was a being that looked like half-ogre or a very fat Goblin being impaled in his horns.

"Roar!!!" The Minotaur roared as he felt the blood on his horns but it was not the one he wanted to kill, he looked around and saw Mark as well as a group of armored knights. But his eyes stayed with Mark who walked to him fearlessly, such action reminded him of his powerlessness in the battle. The beast's eyes reddened with rage as he pulled the fat glob of meat in his horns.

"N-NO! I WANT TO LI-LIVE! *grugghh!* ARGHHH!!" The town Lord screamed as blood poured out of the wound on his stomach. He was then pulled apart easily by the Minotaur who drank his blood to replenish his strength. As the beast relished he didn't notice Mark was already in front of it squatting which made the knights and the Paladin pause as they found it weird.

"SHORYUKEN!!!" Mark went full street fighter as the Minotaur finished drinking, he caught he beast off guard with the sneak attack which landed straight to its chin. The shock was instant as the large beast was sent unconscious by the punch. Mark landed with a refreshed grin as the accumulated stress was released in that one Punch.

He really wanted to do that since he was young and the moment presented itself made him feel like a meth-head on cocaine. Not like he knew what that feels but it was the only thing in mind as it was really addicting. He felt he wanted to do this move more that needed as the feeling of knocking out opponents felt really good, maybe that was why the MMA fighter looked pumped up after winning gruesome fight.

Good thing he was facing towards the rest of the hills with his back towards his audience. Or else they would see his goofy grin but the others only saw a majestic sight of the sun setting down shining upon the silhouette of the warrior in front. The women in the town young and mature felt their hearts beat at the sight of their savior showing great strength.

A surviving bard that was with the commoners was writing furiously as he noted the events of this day. This would earn him a reputation in the Brad community if he was able to spread the tale of the noble who wrestled a Minotaur barehanded. This was later on remembered as the tale of "Baron Mark: The Fist of the Sunset" which made Mark cringe every time he hears it.

Mark then held the horns of the Minotaur dragging it slowly towards the dumbfounded knights and the shocked Paladin. He looked cold and menacing slowly dragging the unconscious Minotaur, he slowly walked until he was face to face with the young impatient knight who was like a statue.

"You see kid, killing is easy. Catching them alive though, now that's a challenge. So don't even compare yourself to me, you are nothing but an immature child in my eyes."