Five Thieves Three

The Sheriff surprised them.

Stepping out, surrounding them, just as the five thieves lowered the last case from the carriage. His archers drew. Sinew strings taught. Eyes trained straight, elbows cocked.

Surrender seemed the only option.

Or death.

They charged. One and Four rolled under the carriage. Two went to its top in one bound. Three and Five rushed the line.

A gasp. A second to react too late. Chaos.

They broke the circle, blades thirsting all the more for having drunk. A quick volley followed, intersecting, catching, thudding.

The return landing listlessly in the heavy carriage. The Sheriff stunned.

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