Drawing his sword, GarGar shouted, “En guard!” He charged directly at Diego Diablo who barely had time to parry GarGar’s thrust. GarGar’s one conscious companion followed suit and the forest was filled with the sound of steel clashing against steel. What Monsieur Diablo had hoped would be a routine hold up devolved into a life or death struggle with the best swordsman in the Kingdom.
Meanwhile, GarGar’s long suffering valet regained consciousness, shook off the fog in his head and acting quickly, grabbed one of Diego’s boots in an effort to pull him from his mount. Thanks to this distraction, GarGar was able to knock his opponent’s sword from his hand. Seeing their leader disarmed shocked his fellow robbers and they immediately fled the scene, leaving Diego Diablo to his fate.
“Yield!” Shouted GarGar, le comte des Deux Chats, his eyes flashing with the luminosity of the righteous. “Yield, or die!”
Diego tried to spur his horse to flee, but with the tenacity of a pit bull, the valet held onto Diego’s boot, slowing his progress. GarGar and his companion quickly seized Diego by the arms. “Well done, Jacques!” Shouted GarGar to his valet.
“I beg your pardon, my lord, but my name is Felipe,” replied the valet.