"Give up," Gerald shouted. "Your plan has failed."
The man snapped his head around to see the marshal approaching. He snarled, tossing the hammer at him, then jumped down from the wagon, gaining enough space to draw his own blade.
"You can't win," shouted Gerald. "Throw down your sword, and I will spare your life." He had high hopes the fellow would succumb. Indeed, it looked as if he were ready to toss his weapon aside, but then the young fool rushed forward.
His attack was easy to parry, and having spent a lifetime on the battlefield, Gerald’s counterattack, when it came, was swift and lethal, slicing into his foe’s neck. He stepped forward, looking down at the body.
"For Saxnor's sake," he said. "When will they ever learn?"