Sam's blade block the falling sword as he stepped to the side, only just ducking under the spiked head of the outlaw's flail.
"Where the hell is my backup?" Sam growled, resetting back into his original stance taught to him many years ago.
Samuel Lionheart was a warden from the iron legion, he was newer than most, only a few years under his belt but he was one with his blade. Over his many years of service it had never faltered under pressure and had always cut deep, his arms had grown accustomed to the weight of the blade and now he could swing it around with ease and grace. Sam was not a smooth diamond like the others, his voice was gruff and his personality often sparked anger but he held the wardens oaths in the highest regard and thus earned his place as one of the most famous wardens. However, even with his reputation no one was hurrying to help him in his fight.
Samuel had ventured deep into the dark lands with a small contingent of his most loyal men, in an effort to take back one of the outposts that lay along the borders but the outlaws were waiting for them. The outlaws were the men and women who followed Apollyon or craved war, so they now don black armour like she once did herself and never give mercy, inflicting pain and death wherever they go. They were ready for Samuel and ambushed his troops, killing them but not without casualties, only Samuel remains of his march and his fate looks dire.
"Lay down your arms Samuel, you are a brave fighter but you are outmatched" One of the outlaws spat "You could lead us among the blood path with your skill"
"Never" Samuel growled, "My oaths are strong and my sword has not dulled yet, I shall never join you"
"Then die worm!" The outlaw with the flail roared and ran forward, swinging his flail around in a deadly arc, Samuel knew he his longsword was no match for a flail so he tried to step back again to doge but found his back to a wall. He closed his eyes awaiting his death but instead of hearing the sound of his helmet, caving in he heard a roar, thundering footsteps and a scream.
He opened his eyes in time to see a flash of silver before watching the outlaw get carried away, a hulking mass of steel stood between him and the outlaw with the flail.
"You are Samuel correct?" The thick Germanic tone made the warriors words hard to understand but it sent relief through Sam's system.
"Yes I am" Samuel replied "Thanks for the help"
"Don't mention it" The warrior replied, "You handle the one with the longsword such as yourself, the outlaw warden. I'll take the flail"
"Okay" Samuel nodded before readying himself "I don't take to kindly to being ordered but I owe you my life"
"Less talk more blood!" The flail using outlaw roared, rushing forward; the head of the flail causing a sharp whistling sounds as it fell towards the warrior.
Suddenly the warrior moved his hands up and Samuel could see a pole axe in the warriors hands, using the tempered handle to wrap around the flails chain and tearing the weapon out of the man's hands, as the outlaw stumbled forward the warriors fist flashed forward, smashing into the man's face. Unbalancing him as the head of poleaxe arced around, cutting into chest of the outlaw. Screaming the outlaw stumbled backwards trying to wrench a dagger out of his belt but he never had the chance, the poleaxe's spike pushed deep into the man's chest: pulling it out the outlaw tumbled forward, clutching at the fatal wound before the axe head buried itself deep into the man's head.
Dislodging the axe head from the man's head the warrior looked back to the two Wardens who were looking in shock over how quickly that took.
"You two going to fight or should I take over?" The warrior sounded slightly bemused, which kick, started them into moving.
"I can fight my own battles" Samuel growled, taking up his stance while the outlaw did the same.
There was a second where it felt like nothing moved before the outlaw kicked forward, aiming to skewer Samuel through but he deftly side stepped and swung his sword and the outlaws side, it cut deep into his flesh resulting in the man's scream before Sam tore the sword back out and brought it down onto the mans neck, severing his head from his body.
"Seems like you can handle you fights well" The mysterious warrior almost chuckled watching the body fall.
"Yes would you tell me your name? I have to head back and I'd like the name of my saviour" Samuel asked, sheathing his sword and looking at the man properly.
His armour looked strong and smooth, bulky but sturdy. It had to be handcrafted by a master smith to get the look it had, and the strength also. His helmet was a simple one, with multiple holes in it so the man could see out of.
"My name is Thomas but my friend you can just call me Tom" He laughed, sticking out a hand for Sam to shake "I was sent to save you so I'll be heading back with you. We have a lot of stories to tell!"
Sam took Thomas's hand and they shook firmly, already Sam could feel a strong bond of friendship between the two of them rise from this small battle.
