He kept walking, his frayed, tattered, traveling cloak softly flowing with the breeze as he made yet another turn before stopping, a frown of confusion, was he not just here? He scratched his head, the smaller streets were like labyrinths. He took a moment to recollect himself, scraping off a piece of dirt stuck too his chin before spinning around and pointing randomly. He grinned before nodding and went towards the direction that fate willed him...or the closest street, as he pointed at a boarded up building...and he was not going in there.
Despite being lost, the place was fascinating, keeping him occupied, the sounds a constant blur of shouts, carts, and clattering of metal on stone. He kept turning streets, seeing an old lady sweeping, some kids wearing burlap sacks and playing with an inflated pig skin...it almost reminded him of home. He turned another corner eyes peering over a guy forcing himself on a gal. He took another step, eyes going wide as he did a double take, wait what?
He took a step back brows almost too his hair line in surprise, he was huge, like a bear, and he was towering over a maiden....with a knife too her neck!? His face paled, blinking, was he actually seeing this, an attack in broad daylight! In a city full of guards? He blinked a couple of more times, his heart beating rapidly, never seeing such danger in a place he thought safe before. His eyes widened even more as he took in the full picture and realized the danger, there was a knife too her throat, he hadn't seen a guard in the last three alleys, she was going to die.
He paled even more, what should he do? His thoughts scrambled until he thought of the stories he was told, not only the ones of fantasy, but of the old town guards of the local lord who dealt with brigands on the regular. How hesitation and fear led to death in such skirmishes with not only bandits, but worse things that stalked the woods, of heroes saving princesses from vile horrors without fear. He glanced at his hands, already shaking and sweaty with terror before he swallowed, he was scared, he could even die, but he had to do something?!
He suddenly charged, feet pounding on cobble, completely forgetting the sword at his side, blinded by fear of his own mortality suddenly in front of him, of the anger of fear, that he may not save the maiden...would he even have the will to keep going if he failed at doing what heros do? He suddenly leapt forward, going to shout, but his voice muted behind the adrenaline. Going to tackle the man off the maiden before the knife got too her. He had no idea if he would even move the man, but he had to try...he had to try.
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