Considering the dozen archers with their bows drawn at his head that surrounded him, he was unnervingly calm. He just sat there, stupidly long pipe billowing thin smoke, even as I drew my sword.
"No need for you to waste what little life you have on protecting a useless rebellion, old man."
He puffed at his pipe then blew some smoke into my face. I sighed, and nodded at the archers.
One shot managing to hit one of the other archers, maybe just unlucky. But all of them? That smoke-
He swung an empty hand and blood filled my mouth.
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