He heard them as they made their way to the top of the steep hill. Then he saw them. Two men and two hounds. They looked around and eventually saw him standing there.
With a shout they ran towards him. He readied himself, took a few deep breaths and gripped his sword firmly. He stood behind the fallen tree with his legs wide apart and raised his sword, ready to strike.
In a strange way he was actually relieved that it had come to this. This was his element. Fighting was something he knew he was good at.
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