My First Conflict

"In the end, you had to use your sword after all…" The Magistrate had to say.

"Humph." The soldier did.

"What do you think?" The Magistrate asked.

"She is all right. She could make it to the ones who don't actually die in the first five minutes. Stand up!" The last two words were directed at Lenny, laying with the back on the grass in front of the man who won against her.

"STOP!!"

Josiah's voice could be heard coming from just a few meters away. The three men had their attention drawn to his direction, from which he showed up, from behind the trees.

"Leave them alone!"

Josiah was visibly tired and sweating. He had to run all the way from his house to the place before something could happen to Lenny.

"Another one!?" The soldier standing before the fallen girl made a surprise face.

Unlike Lenny, Josiah was wearing everything he had: he already carried the sword in one hand, the dagger in the other and he was even wearing the iron leggings he got as a gift from Thomas.

"This one also see