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"They're here!" Michelle screams after seeing the crowd rush to their room upstairs."
"Damn it!" Gallahad readies his axe as the wave of infidels reach the room. "Try to go down the window, Michelle! I will buy you as much time as I can!"
"There are too many of them! You won't live to plan your escape!" Vlad's mother edged herself against the second floor window, wondering if she could even stand the fall and run away safely.
"Who said I planned in surviving? I'm an old ass warrior, a peaceful death with a family I don't have won't fit me. It's time I show these guys what I would have done if I fought at Doldrey's castle! Come here you blind traitors of the kingdom! You will only kill Jacopo over my dead body!"
Gallahad rushes to the door and swings his axe against the first few invadors, cutting their torsos open like a true lumberjack, the scent of blood fills the room as several of the rebels stop dead in their tracks, hesitating on fighting Gallahad after seeing such a display of power.
"Ain't so boastful now, are you? COME ON! Don't tell me you're afraid of an old geezer!" The veteran roars while approaching the door, scaring the crowd who wanted to revlot against the rich.
"Why did you stop? He's only one man! A single man has no power against the strength of the people!" One of the larger fighters throws his arms up and disperses the mob as he walks up the staircase, wearing a suit of iron armor and a great hammer to his side. Surely a weapon on the level of what Gallahad deserved, but if his weilder was of caliber or not was still up for him to decide.
The man came charging with his hammer aiming down, leaping to Gallahad before striking him. Though he was seemingly in fewer life or death experiences than the resigned royal knight, Gallahad knew that not many warriors lived to the old age of 60, and those that did dropped their weapons in half that age. But he was an old dog that refused to learn new tricks. If he was going out, it would be in a bloody and glorious fight.
At least that was what he thought, before noticing that he could not keep up with the energy of the youngster, as he managed to strike a blow to Gallahad's chest while the nameless rookie kicked him to the floor, laughing at the elderly for undershooting his speed.
His chest. It was the only place Gallahad could not afford to get hit, and the easiest target to aim for during a skirmish. His entire ribcage felt as if it was collapsing on itself as he remembered the feat he pulled to save Princess Charlotte against the pirates.
