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Ambush or Practice?; [Feb 4 5150] [Sanctum]
Topic Started: Sep 14 2012, 02:49 AM (201 Views)
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An entire wake-cycle on their hooves, marching at a fair clip. Nopony bothered to stop for water, there was none to be had in liquid form. Nopony bothered to stop to eat, most of the food was frozen solid too, such was the chill on the trail. In that time Rough Cut found herself not so much bored as she was eager to be done with the travel. With only half a day's lead on her persuer she needed to arrive in Germaneighy with at least a few hours to find someplace quiet and unexpected to bed down. Then onto Prance or even a double back by the mountains back to Canterlot.

"Wake up there," one of the other guards had caught her being pensive, paying attention to her inner monologue more than the road ahead and the errant sounds of the forest. Not that there was much that could be heard over three large wagons and more than a dozen ponies, walking and talking. "What'd you say your name was again?"

"Rough Cut," she replied, not for the first time; the buck was angling to get in good with her and as it had earlier in the journey it wasn't working. The purple mare had looked him over at the start of the trip and been less than impressed. His hide lacked scar or tattoo, markers that might denote strength and endurance. His muscle tone was that of a baker or some other job without significant physical stress. Further his armor was a cobbled together heap, truly, if one excluded the lack of mass, he was exactly what Rough Cut was a short decade ago. This fact didn't so much disgust her as it did make her concerned, even her fan had been better equiped, even if the foal left half his gear in the middle of the forest for no good reason.

"Rough Cut, such a hard name for such a nice mare."

And there he went again. She rolled her eyes, "We've had this conversation before, you forget how it ended already?" She glared at him, third time was the charm and now she was done letting him hit on her. "You can try again when you've gotten a little more experience to speak of."

"Hey! I got plenty of experience, I'm like a knight and everything! Hell at least I pay attention to the road." He scoffed, shoving the one caught failing into Rough Cut's face. "Can't say the same can ya."

"Pot hole."

"Wha...T!" The unnamed buck collapsed into a hole in the road a little bigger than a hoof inside a boot. Along with it came a crack, further up a loud crunch sounded as the lead wagon found its own pot hole, one that obliterated a wheel. To the young buck's credit he didn't scream, however in the lead there was cussing and yelling as the pullers dismounted and began to assess the damage. Rough Cut flinched at the noise and stopped, the first noise though.

"Damnit!" She didn't have to rush to aid the striken pony, he was right there. First things first she had to help him up and out. However as she got in position to help him hobble over to the nearest wagon, something caught her eye. The frosted ground was visible here in a way that was wrong for the area. Though the road was marked it was not strictly speaking visible.

"Shit, help me! Stop staring at the dirt already!" The buck in ramshackle armor grunted as he pulled himself to a stand, his nicely broken ankle still safely inside an iron boot. He couldn't help but look down as well, partly to see the damage and partly to figure out what the hell the dumb mare was looking at. "Aren't you going to help me?"

"Not yet. Something's amiss." Her eyes darted around the area, hoofprints everywhere, normal given their group's size. Abnormal in that the group hadn't strayed as far from the road as many of them were. She mouths 'Ambush', then rushes over to the unicorn buck, "Now I help. Can you still concentrate?"

"Yeah, why?" He was starting to vaguely put it together, though he was still back at 'This doesn't feel right.' "What's going on?"

"Bandits, highway ponies, worse. Won't know until they show themselves. Lift this, try not to move, I'll set your leg after the fight." She turns her head, drawing a sheethed sword from her pack, "Here," she said past it, spitting it out into the wagon next to him. "Try to only stab the bad ponies."

The pullers on the wagon exchanged worried glances, "Hey, you really think there are bandits?"

"Maybe. Maybe it's a bunch of coincidences." She took another look at the evidence then shook her head sharply, "But I'm not gonna bet on that." She readied herself, for an expected assault. She expected something immediate and striking. And after a few minutes of nothing, she dared to believe that it was all a big coincidence. The only sounds that she could hear were those of the repairs. The only light she saw was coming from behind her, from the lanterns hung from the corners of each wagon. Without something she had to surmise that there was nothing, or that the bandits were not laying in wait as she would have anticipated. Perhaps they were far away, keeping warm around a fire while they waited for some bunch of saps to bungle into the trap. If that were the case they'd be by eventually. Soon but not too soon. Sure now that if the bandits were coming they'd be a while she turned back and began examining the injured pony, "Lets see it."

He nodded his head, diverting his magic away from the sword and to the boot over his hoof. The ankle was already swelling up something fierce, which made removing the boot painful and slow. When it was off Rough Cut grimaced, this was beyond her abilities, "I can try and set it for now but you need a doctor. This is a break for sure..." She grimaced along with him. A quick reach back and she had some bandages, a few short lengths of wood and a hip flask. "Drink up. Bite down on this one," She hoofed him one piece that had some bite marks already in it.

"Are you sure this is sanitary?!" He exclaimed as the peice of wood was shaved toward him.

"As much as it needs to be. This is going to hurt, a lot so you should really take my advice." With a scared nod the Buck complied, really could it be worse than the initial break? "One. Two. THREE!" She pulled on three, wrenching the twisted limb back to a more proper position. The buck groaned in agony past the hunk of wood. His cry of pain paired with her focus on fixing him combined to a dangerous degree. Behind her the bandits were there and they chose the moment of her pulling on his limb as the moment to charge in. Rough Cut caught the noise, but for a brief moment was caught in a situation from which no good answer would be forthcoming, she could let go of her charge's hoof and risk causing him more harm or possibly get hurt herself when the charging ponies arrive. "Horseapples."
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The air suddenly filled with the sound of a shrill whinny, followed by the sound of thunderous hoofsteps.

Suddenly, the nearest bandit was hit with force similar to that of a couched lance by the small, quarter size shield Cherished Sanctum had created and maintained a set distance from him since the beginning of his charge. The shield had accelerated to match his own speed, maintaining the distance from him it was originally cast from, yet the shield, as far as his opponent was concerned, was made of a substance that could push, but not be pushed, and the resulting force was bone-breaking.

As the bandit was launched back from the force of the blow, Cherished Sanctum leapt and landed after a quarter spin, landing on the sides of his hooves, and skidded to a halt roughly to right of where he should be to be between the bandits and his charge. Never-the-less, he shouted fearlessly,

“I am Sir Cherished Sanctum, Knight of Equestria! You threaten my charge and those under her protection! I shall give you one chance to collect your wounded companion and be on your way, or I shall be forced to ride you down like the rabble you are!”

He accentuated his final words by telepathically drawing his sword with a flourish before levitating it between the bandits and himself. Both his sword and body were at the ready, but he was panting more heavily than he should after a single charge. He seemed tired, and the way his eyes squinted and strained in the light further pronounced the dark circles under his eyes: a dead giveaway that the Knight had gotten little to no sleep, and probably done a good deal of running somewhere between a canter and a full-blown gallop to catch up to the caravan.

Hopefully, the bandits were too shaken by the brutal fashion he had dispatched their companion to notice, because, though there was no doubt in the stallion's mind he could take “the rabble”, it wouldn't be quite as easy as it might have under more favorable conditions.
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The bandits stopped as one of their comrades slid up to their hooves in agony. "Buckin' A. Feilds! Where exactly did this jerkoff come from?"

One of the other bandits, though it was hard to tell which what with all of them wearing masks and heavy leather armors, "Dunno, he wasn't with any of the wagons an hour ago."

That did not improve the lead bandit's mood any. He looked down at the just fixed wheel and the pit it had been broken inside, "Get the plank," He waved a hoof at his group in general. One broke off and dig out a plank of wood from a nearby snow drift, mask down he was dragging it back.

Meanwhile Rough Cut was busy wrapping up the colt's leg, "Wonderful timing. Knew you'd catch up." And if you hadn't just saved my tail from getting kicked I'd be wishing you hadn't. She looked into her 'patient's' eyes, "Keep off it until a doc can see you." She patted one of his good shoulders then turned to see what was going on with the rest of the Caravan. The leader had been in the first one and that one was not doing well. The pullers from the second and third carts were now retreating back to the fourth where three of the now seven defenders were. Two more defenders were also retreating back, the rest were no where to be seen.

Swords and maces were held by the five bandits, though the one that had been leveled by Sanctum was still down on the ground, writhing in agony. Rough Cut now stepped forward, fire in her eyes, "Run now you sorry bastards and maybe I won't hunt you down!" She quickly pulled her mask away drew her blade, then crouched. She pawed the ground once, then a second time, snorting for emphasis as her eyes plotted her course. The plan was simple in her mind, simple in its brutality, run in and crash into them; she weighed enough with armor that such an act would hurt them farm more than it hurt her. Follow that up with targeted attacks against standing foes. Then it was just a matter of fighting the bastards until they gave up. Her armor would protect her from most blows, she only needed to protect her head, a task made difficult by the chill which forced her to wear a great deal of protection against the cold which included a hood. "When he looks away, Charge." She said quietly past her weapon.

The bandit leader was unmoved and directed his attention to his right, looking at the ponies that would be hitched up to the cart. He looked back sharply as a pair of said ponies appeared to Rough Cut and Sactum's right, on the far side of the wagons, they waved and smiled having gotten away during the brief standoff. However now he looked scared since when he'd turned to look away Rough Cut had started her charge forward, "You messed with the wrong mare today buddy!" She yelled in the last stretch of her charge and then she put her shoulder into the furthest forward a Bandit, shoving him aside like he was made of cloud stuff and air. She reared up and came down with her sword at the Bandit Leader.

(These are mooks, leave the leader's actions to me, but a few hits and the rest run or die.)
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As the three bandits that remained standing attempted to interfere, a shield appeared between them and the confrontation between Rough Cut and their apparent leader just long enough for Cherished to leap between them. As the shield faded behind him, his sword was all that stood between the bandits and he. He then charged towards the one to his left, throwing shields in front of the other two's faces as they moved to intercept him, and his sword parried the swing of the one before him. With a flourish similar to how a minotaur might perform a flick of the wrist during a parry, he caused the blade to be wrenched to the side. He quickly pirouetted on his front hooves until he faced away from his foe, and kick back forcefully. One of his hooves, landed solidly upon the bandit's face, and he crumpled on the spot from the resulting head injury.

The shields in front of the remaining two dissipated, and in response they charged in unison at their foe. He would parry their clumsy strikes in rapid succession, yet as he did so, two, small, circular shields would form behind him only to be launched into the openings left by his parries, landing squarely upon their chests. Their hooves would leave drag marks from where they skid a foot or so back, and as Cherished stood at the ready, they realized they were hopelessly outmatched, and began to flee.

With the villainous vagabonds routed and defeated, he'd turn to see how his charge fared against her foe.
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The clash of steel was brief, the bandit leader holding out against the superior force of Rough Cut's assault with admirable bravery and skill. He weathered her vicious and rapid assault, sending glittering pieces of metal into the air. His was the worse maintained and the lower base quality weapon and as they fought its already notched and flawed edge continued to accrue damage. "Well, horseapples! If the other guards were half as good as one of you alone they'd have lived long enough to see a new day!" The statement, one that clearly didn't account for the fact the sun hadn't risen properly in over two months, it noted something else; that some of the other guards now lay dead in the snow, seeping blood from numerous wounds about the head and neck.

The kill shots had been wounds through the barrel and ribs into their respiratory system. Rough Cut's eyes flashed with righteous fury as she redoubled her effort, first smashing the bandit leader off guard then spinning around in the same movement to slam her reinforced hooves into his face with a crunch.

The stallion reared back and fell over as he tried to begin running. However just as he was getting up, the irate purple mare slashed across the back of his left leg, causing it to fall out from under him and he to scream in agony. "Do you yield?" She said, her blade inches from his neck, "I said, do you give up?"

He gulped and nodded, his sword already fallen to the ground, "I give up! Please... Please don't kill me!" He pleaded, "I had to! To feed my!!!" He was stopped mid sentence by a rough cuffing by Rough Cut's hoof.

"Shut up. The ponies you killed and the ones you have only robbed all have families too and you stole mothers and fathers from fillies and colts." She flourished her blade, breifly, using the back of the bandit leader's neck to remove come of the blood from it; sadly some was now frozen on and would need effort to get off. "Your fellows have bailed, you cannot. You and your uncionsious friend will spend rest of your hopefully short lives in a dungeon." She picked up the leader's sword and looked at Sanctum, "Check him for more then help tie them up."
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“By your command, Rough Cut.”

Four shields would appear around the leader's hooves, and then constrict upon them like shackles, the two front and two rear shackles would fuse together, forcing the bandits hooves together.

“Just in case you get any foolish ideas.”

He'd sheathe his blade after following Rough Cut's lead and wiping it upon the bandit leader,

“My apologies.”

He'd proceed to search the bandit leader slowly, forcing him to open his mouth so as to inspect within, searching his mane, his armor, his clothing, beneath his hooves; within his tail. He searched with precision, as if he had been taught and trained in the proper procedures, and it was several minutes before the search was completed to the pony's satisfaction.

Once completed, he'd turn to find his charge. Upon spotting her, walk up and ask, “Is there anything else you require?”
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"No that's... We don't apologize to the Bandit. We beat him up, take his crap and drag him back to town!" Of course she didn't add the other part which was 'and return anything that can be traced back to an owner, back to said owner.' That however was more of Rough Cut's ethos than a necessary thing and honestly she'd only look so long before claiming the object herself.

"Heheh, well kids, that's great! Saved the caravan and all my friends to boot!" The Caravan's leader stuck his head out of the lead wagon's pile of goods a rope held in a weak blue telekinetic aura, "Kid, you have to tie the feller up, truss him up like a calf who got away from his momma." He flung it to Sanctum then calmly climbed down out of the wagon, "Thought you might be the real deal there miss, didn't know ya had a friend though, I ain't payin' botha ya though."

"Yeah that'd figure." Rough Cut said with a sigh as she walked over to the two bodies, their 'armor' was haphazard at best, the sort of thing somepony bought when they needed armor fast and didn't know what parts were the most important to have, "Horseapples, they never stood a chance."

"Hey I'm sorry!" The bandit leader replied, "If you all just pa!!!" Again he was silenced, though by a single heavy metal shod buck to the face. He went limp in Sanctum's magic.

"Shut up." She turned to the Caravan leader, "Do you know their names?"

"Hmmm, lets see, I think the pink one was Far Side and the blue one was ... What was her name again," He paused rubbing his chin. "Oh yeah! Handy. Some kinda inside joke between em. Never did figure it out. Whatever." He shrugged and moved towards the back to talk to the ponies back there into getting back to work.

"Damn." She said sadly. Rough Cut swung around and approached the quickly cooling bodies, their pools of blood begining a quick march to frozen territory. Neither had been breathing when she finished the fight and even if they had, she was rather sure she'd have not been able to save them. "Sisters damnit." She stomped the ground, shaking her head angrily, "When you're done, we need to get these two onto one of the wagons. They need to... freeze... "She sniffled through the word before trying again, "They need to freeze in a dignified position."
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Cherished took to the task of tying up the bandit. For some reason, seeing how his charge treated him, her words, and we way she now cared for the dead, made him angry. His nostrils flared as he tied, and he recognized the feeling as one of preparation. Before every bout in the academy training grounds, he'd felt this way, before each tourney match; before each training session. However, the fight was over. Why did he feel like something was about to begin?

He tied the rope especially tight, taking no mind to the bandit's comfort. The rope would leave burn-marks across his lower cannons. While it is chivalrous to be gracious and merciful, it never specified one must be foolish. After the bandit was sufficiently tied up, he'd ask the caravan leader where he wanted the bandit placed and, through carrying him the short distance on a shield of magic, placed him as such.

Cherished was exhausted. He'd run the entire morning to catch up to the caravan, only to have to fight even harder without rest. He'd not stopped to eat more than a bar of dried oats and fruit, and more of that lie as crumbs and chunks lying upon the road than as food in his stomach. However, he had one more thing to attend to before he could finally rest.

“Lady Rough Cut, is there any way I may be of further assistance?”

He waited on her reply, even as she did her grisly work. This was his first time to see death, and, before long, the pony he'd shield-lanced would be his first time to cause death. He knew the second the shield had struck that it had broken bones, and there was more than a good chance he was bleeding on the inside. After that, he'd tried not to kill any of the others he had confronted. He was unsure if the one he'd kicked in the head would survive, it would all depend on how the pony's head took to the blow. He'd likely survive however, and for that Cherished was thankful. Nevertheless, to have to watch such work made him solemn. He'd remember this day for the rest of his life.
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"Yes, help me get them up." She looked at Sanctum, had he really not heard her? Then she saw it in his stance his domeanor. He'd never seen pony lives ended by violence before, never seen a relative innocent die to the hooves of bandits or monsters. She gave him an understanding look, "First though." She walked up to him nuzzeling him and whispering into his ear, "You didn't know them, but it's OK to cry. Death like this, is stupid and pointless, it hurts because of that." She pulled away then, "Help get them up into the wagon, lay them down comfortably against the cargo."

She turned to leave him to the task, she had others to check on, like the injured bandit. She knelled down next to him putting her ear against his barrel. Ragged breathing, he was having trouble getting a full breath, but he might yet survive. She quickly relieved him of his weapon and loosened his gear to give his barrel more room to expand, "You better live, I want you alive for when they hang you." She said to his face, she had no tolerance for bandits. A mugger left his target alive, a pickpocket might even go unnoticed, but bandits only left the dead in their wake and Rough Cut could not abide that.

She chose to wheel back over to Sanctum then, "Was this really your first real battle. The first time steel was drawn against you intent on running you through?"
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Cherished was shocked to feel her touch, the breath in his ear as she whispered her consoling words. It was foreign to him. His whole life had been about serving. The closest thing he'd ever had to comfort was a fellow squire reassuring him he'd do better next time. This was different. In his spare time he, like all squires, were encouraged to read tales of the great knights of the past, of their chivalry, gallantry, expertise, and sacrifice. He'd read the word many a time, when the damsel in distress bestowed upon the knight a token, when lovers embraced one last time before the battle destined to be his last; the relationship they had with all those who mattered: intimate. It startled him, and he couldn't help but blush slightly. Though he did not cry, he did steel himself. There was work to be done, and, despite her words, there would time enough later for such things if necessary.

He'd conjure shields beneath the deceased, similar yet different than the one he had used to carry the bandit moments ago. Before, he had made round shield just large enough to carry him. He had not cared for the bandit's comfort, nor the manner in which he was carried. These shields, however, were much longer: tower shields. The bodies rested peacefully, regally, upon them. As he carried them, despite the difficulty of the task, he did not feel any strain. In his mind, he imagined the great heroes of old being carried upon their shields to the pyre, to the river; to their final resting place. He imagined these ponies he carried now as such heroes; carried them just as honorably. Even as he lay them down among the carts and crates within the wagon, he strove to make sure they were laid respectfully.

He was startled to hear Rough Cut behind him, ashamed by her question.

“I'm embarrassed to admit it is as you say. I was hoping I'd conduct myself in such a manner that you'd never suspect. I've trained for as long as I member to be a knight. Combat comes as naturally to me as eating. However, I spent more energy trying to ensure the bandits I faced would live than I would have in dispatching them. They would have been easy to kill. They left openings so wide even the lowliest squire could have taken advantage of them. However...”

He looked to the sword on his back, clean for the only blood upon it had been splashed upon it; easy to wipe clean upon the bandit who lead this attack. It had drawn no blood this day, and he strongly considered selling it and exchanging it for a mace at the first opportunity. He was not as proficient with the mace. He had never considered it as “knightly” as the sword, so did not train with it. However, with a mace he could learn to knock a man unconscious rather than kill him, disable him without permanent damage, or, if needed, kill and maim just as well.

“I'm beginning to see I was not as well equipped for this journey as I first thought. If you will have me, I will continue to serve, but, despite my training, I am beginning to fear I might be more of a hindrance than I believed was possible. My combat skills are more than sufficient to the task, but I wonder if it might be a sign of weakness that I did not slay the rabble before me. I strove to ensure they lived!”

He would kneel before Rough Cut, like one might kneel before nobility, the tears be had held back began to surface, and despite his best efforts, his voice could not maintain itself as gallantly as he had hoped,

“Dragon Slayer, your prowess is legendary, or at least should be, yet so too is your lack of restraint. I thought myself able to protect you. When I rode that first foe down, even then I could feel the way everything that was solid broke beneath the blow. I... I was afraid I'd have to kill them. There were so many, and it would have been too difficult to disarm them all and ensure we emerged victorious. You charged them head-on. All I could do was ensure you were not overwhelmed.”

Telekinetically, he'd draw his sword, and force it to hover before you as an Earth Pony might offer their sword in fealty.

“I wish, more than ever, to serve by your side. However, if I will only serve as a burden, refuse my sword and I shall be gone. I thought I knew what it was to be a knight. However, you need more than just a tourney knight,” he spat those words as the insult they were, laced with the bitterness of knowing they were directed at him, “by your side.”

His mind would protest that he had fought well this day. That the fight had been easy, and if he'd put them to the sword it would be a simple matter to vanquish those before him. That was not what he feared. It was not his skill that was lacking. It was his hesitation. He feared it was a weakness, sparing his foes this way. He had tried to treat his foes with mercy and respect, yet she had shown nothing but contempt. He understood how she felt, yet it still seemed wrong to treat a captive so. The lines of chivalrous and coward were suddenly not so certain, and he refused to have her suffer him if he proved a coward.
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No more than halfway through Rough Cut's face had become a deep violet, this was embarrassing, particularly since the entire Caravan minus the injured were now standing around them, watching with morbid fascination. Rough Cut had to wait and by the end she was hiding the blush behind her helmet. "I..." She stuttered, this was like some colt proposing to her after the first date, he was clearly enamored with the idea of her, but knew very few of the facts.

She breathed in deeply, speaking past the helmet, "Mercy is not weakness. These bandits, monstrous though they are, are still ponies. The mercy you gave is what I would expect from you if you were to follow me. First though." She backed a step, "I'm not a Dragon Slayer, that was a lie I told some dumb stallion to get him in bed, for the record he wasn't even that good." She finished off hoof.

Rough paused a moment then sighed, this was going to be hard to explain, "Second, please stop the kneeling, I'm pretty awesome I know, but the whole worship thing in the middle of a forest is kinda too much alright?" She waited for him to stop bowing before continuing, that of course required her to stop hiding her face behind her helmet. When he continued she was still a little more maroon than normal, "I don't know where you learned to fight, but you're good, you're not in my opinion better than me but that's hardly the point. You've just never actually fought for keeps. Now you have and that's great, popped that cherry, but now you have to learn a different lesson." She pointed to the wagon with the corpses on it and let him soak the scene in again before she continued.

"Death comes with the job. The death of others and facing your own." She looked around, "I can't accept your oath right now and not because you'd be a burden. Because you need to find your own way to honor yourself and your Order. If after some reflection, I'm still top of your list, then we can go do some stuff, off a few monsters, save ponies, but you shouldn't dedicate your existence to me, not when I spend so much of my time screwin' around." She smiled, starting to turn violet again, "It's flattering though, maybe you can tell me the stories you've heard over drinks sometime, I'd like that a lot." She stopped for a moment then continued with a disjointed thought, "Also, you need to write your own story, if you hitch yourself to me, then you'll be a footnote to somepony great, a Knight of any Order should be out for more than the glory of some adventurer, ya?"
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Cherished would look as if he'd been hit by a speeding stallion and ran over by a wagon when he heard the truth behind her “dragon slaying”. It was even worse hearing the rest of what she had to say. He knew now this was a mistake. The only consolation to this whole situation was that he had saved lives this day. He'd turn to the caravan leader, who was watching just as intently as the rest of the caravan.

“If you are able to find the relatives of the deceased, I hope you do the right thing and at least give the pay they gave their lives for to the family. It won't help their grief, but it might help them live until they figure out how they're going to live their lives without their loved ones, or the income they provided.”

He'd turn back to Rough Cut, sighing loudly, he was exhausted, and it was obvious the best way for him to go was back the way he came.

“Rough Cut, I thank you for giving me the opportunity to fight with you. I should have not been so gullible as to believe you could have slain a dragon at your age and with your reputation. However, you fight without fear, and show valor and honor worthy of a knight, though I would not necessarily call you chivalrous. I too hope we might travel together in the future. In the meantime, I will find my place in this world. I learned a lot this day, and will be sure never to forget it.”

With that he'd give a slight bow of the head, a sign of respect rather than one of subservience, he'd turn back the way he came, and, despite his fatigue, he began to walk away. It would not do to give the bandits an opportunity to ambush him alone while he rested, and there was something he had to do now that he had fought his first fight.
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