203 Clashing of Swords

It was then that Sir Erom Stuttin pulled out his sword. “You know gentlemen, I really hoped it would not come to this honestly but if you folks want some, then…” All four of them laughed derisively. “Duelling with a knight? Oh my days. I never thought I would be so lucky in my lifetime.” Erom turned to his companions. “Put down your swords. This is not your fight.” “Don't try to be a hero knight!” “Let them help your sorry ass!” But all the joking was cut short when the knight attacked. The contest turned out to be short. Really short. Anyway, it ended in all four of them lying on the ground in a heap; two knocked out and the others groaning like they had just been run over by a carriage. The pub that had gone silent immediately broke out into a hub of the most chaotic noise ever, most of them cheering. Erom's facial expression did not change the entire time. He just sat back down and picked up his cup of ale. “So, what were we saying?” Kelley could not believe what had just