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The Broken Sword

The worthless swordsman or the broken sword. that was what people called me. my name long since forgotten by everyone but me. despite the fact that I was one of the best swordsman that could be bought. no these unusual nicknames came from the fact that I never had so much as a copper on me. my equipment was all old and worn. some of it being repair. the most valuable thing I owned was my horse. the reason behind my poverty was simple. I never took coin as payment. only rations, repair, room and board. there was a reason I never took coin as payment, but that was my secret. a secret I never intended to let anyone find.

Angelina_Bennett · Fantaisie
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Problem

Faith didn't seem to like the gap between us. She would edge closer while I would edge away. I wanted to get my ass out of here. This was a bad place for me to be. People stored their coins here, and many of the people coming in here were carrying large coin purses.

I could feel my heart rate steadily trying to go up. If I'd been by myself I would have just fled from the town entirely. My horse was fast enough to get out of the town. Let them burn on their own. It was a cruel way of thinking but it was what kept me alive.

"Are you doing alright in here?" Faith asked quietly.

"Do you see all the coins in here?" I snapped.

"It's fine," Faith smirked, "With how much you're twitching I doubt they'll come anywhere near you."

I gave her a humorless look, and she seemed to be enjoying my struggle. The big double doors closed slowly as the last few people trickled in. A few hundred people now lumbered around in the big space. Just as Faith thought people stayed away from me. Archers on the second floor trimmed down the number of enemies, but the village wasn't the only side that had archers.

The number of uninjured village archers was dropping rather quickly. Some were even killed by the well placed arrow.

"These idiots didn't think the north men would change their strategy at all did they?" I scoffed to myself mostly.

"What?" Faith had been the only one to overhear me.

"The north men may be brutes," I was watching the whole battle unfold carefully, "But they do learn. These north men brought more archers to cover themselves as they moved in." I snorted as another archer fell, "If something doesn't change they're going to break through."

"I think we're faring well," Faith looked around slowly.

"The archers aren't stopping them from getting to the doors," I pointed out the directions the archers were facing, "North men can hack through those doors in minutes. Once they get to the doors the archers won't have a good line of sight, or at least not good enough to take them down, and they'll be in this hall in minutes."

Faith stared at me for a little while before looking up to the archers, and studying them for a few seconds each. Then she broke away from the wall. I followed her as she moved through the crowd easily. I could feel my heart trying to pound out of my chest as I followed her through the crowd. I fell behind having to slow down or choose a new route more then once because of the many coin purses.