Last Chance

Adrien's sword clashed against metal and he performed a sweep kick maneuver, knocking his opponent to the ground just as he had done with many men before him.

"Stay down and surrender your sword," he commanded, holding the pointed blade to the guardsman's chest.

Adrien smiled with some faint relief as the man did as he was told. It would only take one of the guardsmen not cooperating to force him to sully his sparkling white blade with the stains of crimson death.

'Ah, good.'

"Thank you, Benson," he said, returning the sword to its sheath and offering a hand up to the fallen intelligence officer. "Now, please," Blackridge instructed, helping the baffled man back to his feet, "go and surrender yourself to the men in the back there with the grey haired man on the chestnut horse."

"Do it, Benson, and I'll kill you myself," a voice sternly warned from the other side of the field.

"Kallida," Adrien stated, unenthused with the appearance of his former colleague.