Fort Dollem - Part 5

He grabbed the man by the back of his dirty fur coat and began to drag him towards the edge of the forest, ignoring the blood that ran the length of his arm. This was why he'd worn these raggedy commoner clothes, after all. He'd expected this to be a bloody affair. He wanted nothing less.

He did not have to drag the man far. Calmly, he tossed him out into the snow, where the soldiers could see him. He acknowledged their startled reactions just for a second, those veteran faces so tight with tension from the assault, and how they thawed like breaking ice when they saw the corpse – and then he plunged back into the forest to snatch that last man that the archer had spoken of.