Then it was onto the next man, clattering him in the side of the head with his shield, as he pressed down on Harland from above. One by one, the group of them brought them low. It was a true drunken brawl, but done with the efficiency of proper soldiery.
"Howwwwwww!?" The noble howled, stomping his foot, seeing his men get dismantled one by one. "How dare you! How dare you! HOW DARE YOU!" He said. It was very similar to what the last noble had descended into when he too knew he was beaten, though there was an unsettling quality to this man that simply couldn't be matched. He watched as his men were knocked unconscious one by one and promptly disarmed, seething all the while.
"You stole from me!" The man said. "This was my opportunity – a beautiful opportunity – to show my devotion to Earl Brighteyes!" The man said. "I didn't even ask for anything in return! I need nothing!"
