A man by the name of Oliver King dashed through the night lit village and crouched behind a statue of the King of Oliver’s country, Evergreen.
He had two options to run to, the dark limitless forest, or take his chances running back to his home. A few minutes ago a drunken night caught Oliver kissing his daughter. Oliver taunted him and said there was nothing he could do about it.
Now a mass amount of drunken nights hunted him like prey, ready to slice his throat or brutally kill him some other way.
Oliver took a moment to breath and whipped sweat from his short, brown hair. A ball of fire appeared several yards away. He looked closer and noticed it was one of the knights, carrying a torch.
Knights always abuse their power Oliver thought. The King did it as well. They brutally punished anyone for anything anyway they wanted to. Woman were viewed only as items for pleasure and beaten when they were defiant.
I really hope someone changes this place.
Oliver decided to shoot for his house. He cleared the grassy fields and jumped over a haystack, rolled on the ground, and continued to run.
“I see him!” shouted a knight. The voice came from his far right. Adrenaline took over his body and he continued to run for his life.
He neared a crowded housing section of town and was relieved when torches cleared the darkness of the night. Oliver sprung over a broken horse carriage and ducked behind it, catching his breath. His white shirt was caked with dirt, his vest fell over his shoulder, and dust and other earthly materials littered his pants, socks, and shoes.
A fallen ash landed on his shoulder. He brushed it off and peeked around for more soldiers. Another ash landed on Oliver’s shoulder and he looked at the source of the debris.
An angry, snarling, man clad in chain metal leered down at Oliver. He dropped the torch.
Oliver jumped and rolled across the stone ground and patted out a couple flames on his vest and shirt collar. He hopped onto his feet and continued dashing on the stone cobbled road.
He approached another open, hilly, dirt field and slipped on a rock, sliding in the earth. Stones ripped his clothes and dirt caked his body. Oliver found himself surrounded by the group of knights.
He prepared himself for a final fight. A feeling of dread flooded his mind, fear took over, and a tear dripped down his cheek.
A war cry filled the air. Behind him was a stone pillar and upon it stood a slim figure dressed in a tactical outfit made up of multiple shades of brown.
It’s a woman he thought, surprised. The men laughed.
The woman held a golden Bo staff and leapt off the stone pillar. She twirled her weapon expertly and knocked out one of the knight’s.
“You’ll pay for that bitch!” a man cried. Oliver limped out from the fight and sat behind the pillar. He heard the shouts of the men and looked back to examine the fight.
The woman beat them senseless until one of the men ripped the staff from her hands. She kicked the staff, causing it to knock him in the face. Then she stomped on his thigh and punched him in the face.
Oliver noticed her gloves were made up of heavy brown leather, as was the rest of her outfit. He smiled.
She grabbed a man’s torso with her legs and flipped him onto the ground. Then she took out a knife and killed him. She quickly slayed the rest of the knights.
“Thank you!” Oliver gasped. She gathered up her weapons and disappeared into the blackness before he could say another word.
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