Prophecies of Dunbar: The Last Saints
Slowly, silently, you remove your dagger from your belt. Without uddering a sound, you bring it level with his thigh and stab.
"Urghh!" he cries, hand going to his wound.
You escape from his now weak hold. "Allow me to take this box or die," you tell him.
"It is you who will die!" he screams. He picks up his sword and stands up straight. It is an easy fight; you kill him in one slash.
You leave, box in hand. You leave the bar unnoticed and get back safely to Jaek.
"Good work," Jaek comments, "well ,you are now Captain. Congradulations, only General is left. And you can reach that position by killing me in a fight."
"What?" you say, astounded. "I cannot kill you! You are my leader!"
"You will if you want to be general. Choose your method of combat."
"Urghh!" he cries, hand going to his wound.
You escape from his now weak hold. "Allow me to take this box or die," you tell him.
"It is you who will die!" he screams. He picks up his sword and stands up straight. It is an easy fight; you kill him in one slash.
You leave, box in hand. You leave the bar unnoticed and get back safely to Jaek.
"Good work," Jaek comments, "well ,you are now Captain. Congradulations, only General is left. And you can reach that position by killing me in a fight."
"What?" you say, astounded. "I cannot kill you! You are my leader!"
"You will if you want to be general. Choose your method of combat."