Ben looked around the forest, He'd taken the two swords he'd found and made some make shift scabbards for them with his belt and dagger scabbards, his daggers. Managed to fit into slots on his thigh belt for his bolts. He now held his crossbow in his hand with a bolt in it ready encase some of the crazed people made an appearance.

Francesca walked softly behind him. She was making sure they weren't being followed. So now instead of running Ben decided to take it slowly towards the monastery he didn't want the monks hearing him approach.

"Francesca that's hardly English?" Ben asked over his shoulder

"Call me Fran" she replied, "And no I'm from France"

Ben frowned, "Great a froggy" he whispered to himself. He hadn't picked up on it before but he could hear the trace of a French accent in her speech in certain words. He hadn't been able to pin point the accent but now he knew after she had told him.

"I have good hearing as well." She then said.

Ben didn't reply he just rolled his eyes.

"What were you doing with that cart then?" he asked avoiding the insult.

"I was on my way to an abbey north of here, they apparently have a piece of the true cross. I was to visit it as a pilgrimage." She replied. "The men with me were my fathers men, supposed to escort me."

"A noble?" he asked again

"A Oui" she replied.

Again Ben rolled his eyes. A noble and French he wasn't too fussed about either but a combination. Although he supposed he was grateful for an ally. However he wasn't going to give her too many compliments or get too attached to her. After all most nobles would easily trade in allies for money, he and Darren both had a handsome bounty on their heads, after all that's why most nobles were rich.

"What's your name, knight whatever you are?" she then asked.

"I'm not a knight, It's Benjamin, but I prefer Ben." He replied.

"So what are you then?" she asked.

"It's not important" Ben ushered her, trying to avoid the conversation.

"Your not a farm hand…or a local villager…your too skilled with your weapons." She mused.

"I said it's not important" Ben growled.

"Very well, but I see that you have something hidden about you Ben." She said then went silent. For which Ben was very thankful.

"Well perhaps later." Ben said moving it along, "Any way silent now I can see the monetary."

Darren moved through the forest slowly he'd lost the people chasing him but he could still hear their hideous shrieks and howls. They were probably angry at losing him through the forest shrubbery.

He took a break behind a bush and tree breathing in deeply to get his breath back. He'd do anything for a horse right now. He was only a mile away from the local village but he wasn't sure if he could make it.

He then got up and moved quickly in a crouch trying not to give his position away. He turned round a tree and there in front of him stood one of the people looking away from him.

Darren stopped his heavy breathing and reached down for his boot drawing his dagger. He crept slowly behind it as it stood there breathing and sniffing the air as if trying to find a scent.

He leapt up when close enough and forced the dagger up through the back of its neck into it's brain. It made a soft sliding sound as he did this and the person crumpled to the floor motionless with a dull thud.

He quickly pulled the dagger out and flicked the blood off it. He was about to fully wipe it clean when he heard a screech that seemed t pierce his very ears.

Darren looked to his right at the source of the sound and saw a person bearing down on him opened mouthed and ready to feast on his flesh.

Darren stepped backwards drawing his shield of his back as quick as possible. He span round with it strapped to his arm and smashed the man across the face. The crack was sickening as he sprawled to the floor the bridge of his nose decimated.

Darren then drew his sword as the man came to get back up. Darren slashed down on the back of his head destroying it.

Before Darren had chance to recuperate he heard another howl as more people crashed through the bushes around him.

Ben and Fran knelt down in by a bush looking at the main door into the monastery. As Ben predicted it was closed it was a big oak one with iron hinges. He looked around at it as well. The place was built like a fortress.

"You said you going to visit a abbey north from here? With a piece of the true cross?" Ben asked her.

"Oui" she replied nodding.

"I heard that this place now has it perhaps it is the same one?" he mused to himself more than to her.

"Really?" she asked.

Ben nodded then recounted his tail of the monk who entered their camp. Although me missed the bit out about them being actual bandits.

Darren slammed his shield against the leading person in front of him and swung his sword round in an arch at a person advancing behind him. Making sure he sliced through its head. His sword sharp and swift made sure the head was cleared completely off.

He was knocked with his back turned and he stumbled forward, trying to turn back round and he lost his footing and fell onto his back.

He crashed to the floor hurting his back and looking up to see one of the people jumping at him. Before their feet left the floor he kicked out with his legs and snapped one of them at the knee. The person howled as they fell onto the floor. There was another quick to take its place though. But Darren reacted quickly throwing his shield at them forcing them to stumble backwards and giving him chance to stand up.

He slashed he sword upward as he stood cutting open their chest and with a quick swift hand movement he plunged his sword into their face. He then stamped on the back of the head of the person on the floor ending their pitiful attempt to bite his leg.

He let out a gasp of relief once they had all been slain and then looked around to make sure no others were around.