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With a growl the guard reaches out to seize you, gripping the handle of your sword you slam to pommel into the guard’s cod piece, caving it in. The guard roars in pain hands grasping at his crotch and doubles over. Sheathing your sword again you shove his body aside like an inconveniently placed log and continue walking into the camp.
Another guard tries to bar your way, this one holds a spear threatening stab you should come any closer.
You keep walking.
You see the jab coming a mile a way and neatly side step it. The guard brings the tip back for another thrust but you already have your leg raised. When the thrust comes you smash your foot down on the tip pinning it to the ground. Had he dropped his weapon and taken a step back the guard may have yet countered your next move, but the idiot kept a firm grip on the spear, as if it was any use to him now. You quickly ran up the haft and smashed your knee into his chin causing him to fall backwards.
[Stonks]: “What is wrong with these idiots!? Don’t they know if they drew their weapons and rushed us all at once we’d stand no chance?”
[Edge]: “They know we have the <span class="mu-i">Edge</span>.”
[Stonks]: “What are you talking about? What advantage can we possibly have; there’s more of them, they’re bigger, they’re-”
[Edge]: “Shhhhh, Stonks, you’re assuming they’re all rational utility maximising agents, just sit back and enjoy the show.”
You unscrew the pommel of your sword as you come up on the command tent whose entrance is flanked by two guards. One of the guards raises a bow prepares to loose an arrow. You fling your sword pommel at him, hitting him square between the eyes. The shot goes wide as the guard staggers backwards and collapses into the tent. His partner takes one look at his fallen comrade and simply steps aside.
[Stonks]: “Why didn’t he just shoot you? You didn’t have anything else to throw at him.”
[Edge]: “<span class="mu-i">Eeeeedge</span>”
You enter the tent. Sitting on a raised chair behind a table was who you assumed to be the Warlord. Given the size of his soldiers you were surprised to find he appeared to be an ordinary man. Older than you but still in his prime, with long dark hair and a short-trimmed beard. He was handsome, bordering on pretty, like a JRPG protagonist tweaked for a western audience. He regarded you with a curious steely gaze.
[Stonks]: “Given how we have penetrated this guy’s camp against all reason I wonder if he’ll just give us what we want.”
[Edge]: “I’m not sure, he doesn’t look like a rational utility maximising agent.”
“Greetings Stranger, who might you be?”
>”I am Duke Nero Falkner, you kidnapped my servant, prepare to die.”
>”GIVE ME BACK MY WOLF GIRL YOU DAMNED TWINK!”
>”I am Nero Falkner, Duke of House Falkner. You have something that belongs to me.”
>Write-in
((Sorry to leave you guys with a flavour choice so close to the 'good bit' but it's getting late where I am.))
