>>5445186>“Do you have any idea who you’re messing with? You stand before ‘The Witch’, Blair Weaver, Commander of the Blackwing Mercenaries and currently in service to his royal highness Claude von Riegan, Leader of the Leicester Alliance! Cease this foolishness and you may yet walk out of here unscathed!” You declare. Rodolfo looks taken aback at first, and for a second you think you’ve succeeded in intimidating the mercenary into backing off. However, slowly but surely, the look of shock on his face fades away. He examines you and your companions, before turning his head back to look at his own. It’s plain to see he’s weighing his options right now, and it looks as though he’s feeling rather confident in himself given his numerical advantage.
“The Blackwings, eh?” Rodolfo smirks. “Oh yeah, I’ve heard of you alright. Ain’t no mercenary worth his salt who hasn’t. But it seems as though you’re a tad confused. See, there’s only four of you that can actually fight, and while math ain’t ever been my strong suit, I know enough to know that means you’re grossly outnumbered. So how about you quit with the threats and posturing, and step aside so we can get this over with. Or don’t! I hear you’ve amassed quite a fortune for yourself over the years. I’d be happy to beat you unconscious and take what that woman owes me from your own purse.”
>You’re disappointed. Partly because you don’t really want to get into a fight over a complete stranger, but mostly because you tried your best at that little show of theater! You make a mental note to yourself to better practice your threats when you get a spare moment. “Well, you heard him friends. Please try your best not to kill any of them. While this isn’t exactly what I’d call civil discourse, we are still guests of his highness. The less trouble we cause the better.” You unstrap your spear from your back and face off against Rodolfo and his band.“No killing?” Roxanne whines, disappointed. Her axe and shield are already out, and she bangs the two together harshly, producing a noise that makes two of the enemy mercenaries flinch. “I can try, but no guarantees. You hear that you blowhards?!” She yells at the enemy. “Don’t hold it against me if I can’t help myself, okay?!”
Before you can answer her, Rodolfo slinks back and allows six of his men to rush forward towards you, weapons drawn. Mina gives off a tiny yelp and release her vicelike grip on your cloak. The street you’re standing in is narrow enough that no more of Rodolfo’s men can charge forward without interfering with each other. Wordlessly, the six men split off into pairs, with Sebastian, Roxanne and yourself each engaged with one pair. The way they move and attack in cohesion, you can tell that they’re definitely at least a notch above your average soldier.
