Oliver heard a sudden thump fall upon the roof behind him. He didn't need to turn to see what it was, for he could already hear the sword coming. His own blade was held behind his back to stop it before it could pierce his chainmail. However, it was not Oliver that was the true target. The true target was the carriage roof, where he had already plunged his sword through once, and now he hoped to try again.
With the carriage still trundling along, Oliver threw himself onto his roof, and swatted away the downwards plunge of the swordsman before it could pierce. "You…" he said, his eyes widening, as he noticed the thick moustache.
"Me," the man agreed.
Oliver was pleased to see that the sword held not the slightest bit of blood on it, despite having made its way through the roof on the man's initial drop.
"A cunning bit of planning," Oliver said icily. "The Guild certainly knows how to operate."
