Athos POV

Athos was stuck. Luckily he may have been a master with a sword but was also a master with his fists. After seeing the others off, he dismounted from his horse and decided to take on the guys. He was strong and confident. They started on his, he used his fists first

"You need to be shown manners but I think we'll skip that lesson and just get down to fighting"

The men ran to him, he pushed them off him. He found himself engulfed by many people charging at him. Their faces uncaring. He used his amazing strength, picked up a cart and threw it on top of a surprised group of men. He noted with worry many civilians around him, he would need to be careful. His sword then came out and he ran at the men. He performed a difficult manoeuvre of holding off two guards, then got them to send their swords into each other. They kept coming like swarms andAthos fought them all off.

"Why do you attack me? You are wrong. Why don't we have a drink and talk about this" He said to the man he was fighting. The guy struck his sword, slicing a cut in his arm

"OK fine, I'll drink to your deaths"

He took the man down. He was turning and the men seemed to just keep coming, he looked at the wound in his arm, it stung like hell. He looked around startled, he saw bodies on the ground, people running and only 5 remained. He fought three in one go, ramming his sword through them. They seemed to be the best. They dodged and he suddenly found himself surrounded, not the best manoeuvre, he spun round, trying to injure them, similar to Aramis's trick but unlike Aramis he did not have the speed or grace that would mean Aramis would land on his feet even spinning fast and get all the men in a smooth movement. He knocked down two, turned to take on the remaining three. He was having a good sword play, ducking and dodging. He finally took down one more, leaving his one guy. Wait he thought there were two, He was fighting and as he knocked the last man down he heard a trigger clicking, before he could react he heard whistle pass him, an object speeding close to his ears and heard a man scream in pain and the gun went off harmlessly in the air. Turning to the man who had been hiding behind the barrels, he recognised the dagger. Turning he smiled to Aramis, mounted on Dancer, smiling triumphantly but supporting his left arm as if it was broken.

"Sorry to cut it fine"

"My friend, your arm?"

"My arm is fine, it hurts but its not broken. Its just got as nice big cut and i'm trying to stem the blood flow, what of your arm?"

He nodded to the blood just appearing his arm from the gash. It was deep.

"A scratch I think."

Aramis quickly dismounted, ripped part of his cloak wiping quickly the excess blood before tying it tightly round the wound. Athos was amazed, this was done in seconds. Now Athos saw closely that the wound in Aramis arm was deep, and the cloth had turned red/

"We'd better be off on our way, To England or at least to make sure Dogtanian made it through unscathed"

The jumped on their horses and galloped out if the town. Athos worried about Aramis and the loss of blood but Aramis seemed fine and unfazed. As they were leaving Athos smiled at Aramis,

"Thank you my friend" Athos

"Your welcome, all for one..." Aramis

"...and one for all" Athos