The wind swept through my face bugs slamming against my face as I run though them grasses and plants crush before my stomping boots I glance behind and see the bandits just then reach the flattish part of the hill They're gaining on me I thought grimly I turn my head back to face forward the farm was in distance rows of potato crops and many different buildings even a windmill atleast at a glance thats all I see my legs and feet ache like hell burning all throughout but if I stop running ill be in a larger world of pain and likely my whole carcass will be on fire, I keep running on I can hear their foot steps nearer and nearer oh the fear I feel It boosts my legs I get a boost in speed (or at least it feels like its one) with this new speed I reach the farm hop over a fence and keep running I decide the best course to lose them is through the maze of houses im seeing ahead of me, I turn many corners till I can no longer hear footsteps behind me I pull off my cloaks feeling the hilly winds on my exposed arms I wrap up the Great Green sword in my holed cloak (why didnt I think of this before Im so stupid) and place it on the ground the cloak blending in with the dirt next to the building it still glowed by dimmer now thanks to the cloak I pullout my rusty dagger cover my mouth and begin listening no one phew. I exhale, my focus releasing till I hear a scream at the opposite end of the building. I'm on edge. Had farmer Daniel come to rescue me? Doubted more likely, Farmer Daniel's blood is being spilt on the ground as we speak. I have to help him. I turn the corner no one. I shimmy to the edge and peer over a wide man with burly muscles, a wide-brimmed hat, and dark-skinned with a grey beard, indeed no bandit. In fact, he was pulling a pitchfork out of the man on the ground, putting his boot on him to unstuck his fork, a horrifying scene.
"Alright. You around the corner. Leave now. You don't want the trouble I'm willing to dish out."
Crap, he found me out. I drop my dagger and stick my hands around the corner, negotiating time.
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"Farmer Daniel? I was getting chased by these bandits. I need your help."
The man turns the corner and sees my sorry self.
"Awh hell, get in the barn house. I'll deal with the rest of these fools."
"Thank you"
No time to question. I ran inside the nearby Barnhouse, very dark inside. I close the barn door and lock it. The corners contain hay, stables full of cows and horses chewing hay, figures. I grabbed a chair, no doubt used for milking and sat down on it, getting some rest after a lengthy 3-mile (or so) run.
A brick flies towards me from the shadows, striking me square in the sternum. The air leaves my lungs. I grasp my chest with both hands till one of the bandits pounces on top of me and pummels my jaw. I can't block. He unsheathes his knife and tries to jam it in me. I roll away into the dirt and get up, spinning. The bandit runs towards me with his dagger. I hadn't fought in many a knife fight, only street brawls and bar fights though maybe twice I had fought bladed contenders years ago. One gave me the scars on my palm from my stupidly grabbing his blade. Those still hurt to this day. I run to his non-knifed side and push him over into the dirt. I lay onto his side to grab his wrist and began bending it in weird angles, anything to get him to drop it. His grip is firm. I have my left hand holding his hand and the right punching him in the face repeatedly. His nose bleeds, then his eyebrow gushes blood, and his fingers lose strength. I grab the knife from him, and his fingers go flat. He cries slowly on the ground bleeding everywhere. I stand there looking at the sad scene. I throw up around. I've fought many fights in the streets, but none of my fights had readied me for this. My opponents never cried after fights. They always got up. I was supposed to be a hero now, not killing some fool. I cannot let this man suffer idly. I throw away the knife, grab my cotton undershirt, and wipe the blood and tears off his face.
"HEY, hey man, I'm sorry you're gonna be alright I. I didn't mean to. You attacked me. I I I uh was just defending myself."
He opens his eyes at me and smiles, crying more now. I'm crying. I don't have any clue what to do. I unlock the Barnhouse doors and run out into the open. I need to find Farmer Daniel.