Yet another fellow came behind from the other two. The newcomer was more cautious than the other two, while his tracks were hidden. Before even the two fellas could prepare for the newcomer, he hit one with the hilt of the sword right at the back of the head, knocking him unconscious. The other fellow of the two yelled in anger, seeing his companion on the ground. But he was not of much use either, as the newcomer disarmed him, pointing his sword at his neck.
Anton witnessed the entire thing, but he was not worried in the slightest as he recognised the swordplay of the newcomer.
"Good work down there, Davin," he said as he climbed down the tree.
The swordsman, or Davin, was alarmed at first when he heard the voice. He sighed in relief, noticing it was Anton. His sword was still pointing at the neck of the fellow.
