The Twisted Adventures of Sir Weimar

Ch.6: Phase 1

Steady...focus.

"Here he comes!"

Weimar's eyes were trained on the advancing outlaw, who was raising his iron mace. Beside him, Syras stood by his side in a  defensive posture. The farm boy wasn't sure how effective wooden swords would be against an iron mace or some chain mail, but it was better to put up a fight than go down like a craven fool.After all,he and his older brother sparred once all the farm work was done. 

"You know what to do," Syras whispered as they prepared to meet their assailant. 

"I don't, but we can always improvise." Weimar watched the man bear down on them  before making his move. As the ruffian prepared to bring down his deadly weapon, Weimar struck him on the side of his left knee. As expected, his weapon wasn't strong enough to do enough damage to his attacker, but it was more than enough to inconvenience him. Veerus had taught him that the back of the knee and the neck are vulnerable spots in an attacker, especially those that wore chainmail or armor. Muttering curses,the outlaw was on his knees, grimacing in pain.

"Hrah!" Syras leapt in the air and struck the man on the nape of his neck. Utilizing his ability, Weimar's fellow villager downed the man for the count.

"Good one." The two boys bumped fists.  Around them, chaos was rampant as the smell of burning reached their noses. Among the burning tents and pavilions,  the sight of women, some with babies in their arms, as well as teenagers fleeing their assailants greeted the eyes of the boys. From the corner of his eyes, Weimar noted anyone that possessed a weapon engage the mountain men.  These included members of Aislundia's Territorial Guard as well as the participants of the melees and jousts. Even the Undaunted Dragons had their members engage several invaders. 

"Look!" Syras pointed at the stands. Following his friend's index finger, the young farm boy noticed Seline and Adel hiding under the seats as few gray and tan cloaked outlaws scoured the area for them.

"We need to give them our assistance!" Weimar raised his wooden weapon, already dented from the tangle with the first outlaw.  Before either boy could make a single move, an arrow shot past him. Feeling it nick his exposed shoulder, he watched it bury itself into the throat of the outlaw they thought they had taken down earlier. 

"Ah don't get a simple thank ye for saving yer sorry arses?" Sangrid walked over, bearing an arrow and a quiver of bows.

"You nearly nailed us instead!" Syras protested.

"Ah, quit yer incessant whining! "The Backwater girl chuckled. "Besides, we need to get to those two losers on the stands."

Syras breathed out. "I think someone else beat us to them." 

Weimar glanced up at the stands to see Sir Varryn of the Veneshian kingdom engage two of the outlaws. The other outlaw, a balding man with a squashed nose was on the floor in a pool of blood, his side slashed. His brunette curls reaching the base of his neck, the renowned Veneshian knight sparred with two opponents at once, but proved agile enough to take on them both simultaneously. Within seconds, both of the remaining outlaws lay dead on the stands, one of them without his head.  Seline and Adel crawled out of their hiding spots hesitantly as Sir Varryn greeted them. 

"Well, it appears we don't have to intervene after all." Syras grinned.

"Don't celebrate just yet!" Sangrid nocked an arrow and fired it over the boy's head. "They just keep comin' and comin' like droves of Hyder ants."

Weimar glanced over Syras to see the arrow pierce the shoulder of an advancing outlaw boy. The boy on the receiving end of Sangrid's arrow cried out as he fell to his knees on the blood-stained grass.