>>5239751>>5239757>>5239786>>5239800>>5239954You decided to rush to help your men downstairs. They were fighting and there was no time to lose. You ran, dodging the bodies of your dead enemies but you tripped, or worse, you were tripped. You fell and needed time to see what made you fall when you felt a hand grabbing at your ankle. You looked at it and saw that it was the hand of the saxon man with greyish green skin ! You struck him at least five times with your knife and he was not dead ? What does it meant ? And worse, the bastard's arm was slowly changing, fur was growing on it and his arm was changing into an hybrid between a man and a wolf ! You tried to unsheathe your hatchet and to strike the hand but it's grip became stronger, these wolf beasts were strong.
You hit it once, then twice and Father François came to your rescue but unfortunately the beast's grip was strong and it's body was mutating, long claws were coming out of the hand and it's clothes were torn apart since the arm was growing. You felt an unbearable pain in your ankle and knew that it was probably broken. Fortunately Father François came to your rescue and plunged a sword through the neck of the creature.
The saxon was dead before it had completely mutated but you were wounded, and you heard the sound of battle without being able to participate. What irony ! You were able to beat your enemies but were caught unaware and were wounded. It happened so often, some excellent knights died because they drank bad water or drowned in rivers when wearing their armor. You were the victim of this, a single moment of inattention and your opponent managed to break your ankle you thought, while the pain stopped you from being able to thing about any other thing than itself. Lady Sue was wounded too, and Father François tried to tend to both of you but you simply said him to bandage her and try to distract the crones. You hoped that the last cultists weren't so tough, but you were not sure, how coukd you know that this saxon with greyish-green skin could be so resistant ? It was almost inhumane, what does it meant ? You tried to lean back on the walls when you heard the sound of battle, impotent to do anything. You thought about the trouble that your men would have to carry you in the plains and forests and cursed silently this day. But at least you were alive, you could have been boiled alive by those witches like a child.
You never had a broken ankle before, other parts of your body yes, once a rib, after a tournament, and once an arm, against an imperial knight, but never the ankle. You wondered if you could ask Father François to help you. At the same time you tried to hold your nose, who was still bleeding. You heard the priest whispering a Pater-Noster while he tried to move your leg towards a better position and you had to repress a cry of pain while he moved it.
