*THUD!*
The sound of heavy iron striking a dull immovable object was truly satisfying. The style of sound you'd expect when striking a practice doll with a wooden sword.
It just so happened that the wooden sword was replaced by an extremely heavy iron greatsword and the doll was in the form of my fingertip.
"I'm not the most forgiving man, but considering where we are and the princess's pretty eyes, I'll give you one last chance. Apologize and you'll walk out in one piece." My smile was unchanged even as the entire weight of the greatsword struck my fingertip.
The old man and his oaf of a son looked at my finger in disbelief but even then they seemed undeterred.
"Die!" the oaf shouted as he struck down with his other greatsword. The choice was simple in his own mind, all he needed to do was strike his sword with his other sword and I would be torn apart by the two.
"Winds, flow!"
*SESH!!* *SESH!!*
*Thud!* *Thud!*