>>5192201>>5192242>>5192248The young man about to slay Alkaign is your first target. With a nod, you and Alys split up to engage the enemy, your bastard sword angling towards your foe, a blow he easily deflects and answers with his own swing which you deftly dodge. The next strike you meet with your own blade, a fateful mistake.
In agony, you feel every bone in your right arm break apart as the unnatural strength of your opponent meets yours. You cringe backwards, spying Alys calling out your name as she carves through the lanky compatriot of your enemy, concern and despair writ large on her face even obscured by her hood. Your dominant arm disabled, your foe quickly disarms you, and a subsequent strike sends you to the ground.
"I will end the tyranny of this empire!" the boy says, sparking confusion in your mind. Albrecht had spent most of his time on infrastructure and culture, hardly a Tyrant by any measure. His sword sweeps down to end you, but Alys intervenes, her own opponent now dead, and tackles him away from you. You spring up, blade in your off hand, and seek to aid her in bringing his end.
> roll 1d100 best of three 