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Edit: Could this be classified as Sextuple?
The Story of an Ellisian Spearman Chpt.2
Sam awoke and began to get up, but a searing pain shot up his back and he screamed in agony before falling back down. He looked around and saw that he wasn’t in a blood-soaked field, but in a bed at an inn. He picked his head up and saw three other soldiers in the beds around him, they were all brigadiersmen, but he couldn’t give a **** about that now. He tried sitting up, but fell back down again, the pain being too much for him to bear. After a few moments, a young girl poked her head in; she looked about eight years old. She ran away and came back with an older girl, in her twenties Sam guessed. She walked over, seeing that he was awake.
“Are you all right good sir?”
“Yes,” Sam replied, “what happened, where am I?”
“Calm down good sir, you were injured in battle. You are in Vienna, I am-“
Sam cut her off, “Vienna! I have to get out of here, right now!”
“Again, calm down, we are sheltering you from the authorities at our own risk, so please quiet down.”
“You don’t understand, if they find out, they’ll kill you, your family, then everyone at the inn, everyone.”
“We know that, but please, you need to rest for a little more, then you can leave.”
“Fine, but please don’t be angry at me if the authorities come.”
“Very well, now sleep.” Sam slept, very well, but he was woken later, and abruptly.
A loud shriek pierced Samuel’s sleep, and he instinctively sprang up, ignoring the pain. The three brigadiersmen, Propugnators from what he could see, where on their feet at once. They grabbed their weapons and rushed down the stairs. When they reached the bottom they were blocked by a wall of fire. Sam leaped through it, quickly followed by the others. There was roughly fifteen Swadian soldiers in the inn, and they were dueling with a traveler, a monkish man, a blonde with what looked like a Nordic sword, a mercenary, a merchant, and the inn owner.
Sam and the others quickly joined the fray. The pub owner said, “They rushed in and stabbed a few people, so we fought.” Sam nodded and stabbed at a soldier. One of the Propugnators sliced a soldier’s arm off and another stabbed one in the crotch, making the men wince a little, all of them. The traveler was cut in the throat and the merchant took down the soldier that did so. The inn owner sliced a soldier’s head off and cut another one along the gut. Sam stabbed one in the eye while the mercenary cut one’s leg off. There were seven enemies left.
Three of the soldiers overtook one of the Propugnators and the others took down the mercenary. The monkish man retreated into the back with the blonde, presumably defending the woman, and the merchant cut a soldier to pieces. The remaining six enemies surrounded Sam, the two Propugnators, the inn owner, and the merchant, five on six. Sam bellowed in anger and charged two soldiers, knocking one over and cutting the other’s hand off. The merchant stabbed one of the soldiers and was killed by another while the inn owner cleaved a soldier in the face, splitting his skull. The Propugnators respectively took down one each and their was three left, one without a hand. The blonde emerged from the back room, unseen by the enemy, and stabbed one in the back, this distracted them enough for the others to take down the last two. The group rejoiced and walked to the back room.
In another part of Vienna, the captain of the guard, Paladin of the Holy Swadian Empire Sir John Fallor the 3rd looked over the day’s reports. He sighed nervously as he awaited one of his soldiers report on the inn. He had learned of several enemies being harbored their and sent the soldier off with several other men to take out everyone inside. It had been too long though, and he called a page. Boy,” he said, “send word that I would like thirty soldiers sent to the inn to check up on and or reinforce the soldiers sent earlier, tell them to meet up with me and I shall accompany them.”
“Aye Sir.” The young man replied, and he ran off.
Back at the inn, the group began planning their escape. “We should head out the back here and take the horses.” Said the innkeeper, pointing at a map he had of the city.
“What if they are waiting for us?” Inquired his nine year old daughter.
“Then we jump over them.” Said the inn owner. Sam looked on from the back, his armor on now, as with the two Propugnators. “You there, the man with the gloomy face, go to the front and grab my sword from under the bar, it may come in handy.” Sam nodded and jogged out front, reaching under the bar. He pulled up a beautifully crafted hand and a half sword that looked like it could slice through anything. He turned to walk back into the back room, but was interrupted by the sound of a door being burst open from behind him.
Moments before that happening, Sir John was dismounting his horse outside the inn. “Form up behind me, we can only go in one at a time.” His men nodded and made a line, with two of the men running to the sides of the door. John ran up to the door and drew his sword. He brought his foot forward and kicked the door open, then rushed in. He was greeted by the sight of a man. He stood in disbelief, “Sa-Sa-Sam?” His hands shook rapidly.
Sam turned around, stunned by what he saw, “J-John?”
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