The assassins rushed out of the shadows, blades gleaming under the moonlight.
"Leave no witnesses! Kill them all!" their leader roared.
Ramos, still inside the coach, clicked his tongue in irritation. "Tsk, it seems everyone here is on the list."
Ramos then turned towards Chris,"This might be your first real battle.Are you afraid?"
Chris without hesitation pulled out his sword and shouted,"Definitely not."
"Good spirit but be humbled. Not everyone is a monster like that bastard."
"Baret, Gare!"
"Yes, Sir!"Baret and Gare shouted.
"Take care of Chris."
"We will."
Outside, the senior knight named Chandler drew his sword, his voice like iron. "STAND YOUR GROUND! FIGHT!"
"Show them who they are messing with."
The knights formed ranks, shields locked together, swords at the ready. Then, the slaughter began.
