as he sauntered forward, his two lackeys following close behind.

The rain was now coming down with a roar; any person that may have been out was now gone, seeking shelter in their warm homes. There they were safe, but with no witnesses it left the boy with no protection from the men he wronged.

He drew his dagger and a second one appear in his other hand, he bent his knees preparing to jump aside when they struck.

Mason approached the boy straight on, slowly and steadily. His underlings took a more wide approach in an attempt to come from the sides and prevent his escape. The wet boy considered running now but thought better of it. To leave now would only delay the inevitable, they would find him andthey would kill him. Better to end it now.

Benny jumped forward his dirk thrusting towards the boy's stomach. He skipped back only to encounter Arthur's sword swing down towards his head. Shifting his dagger along his wrist he blocked the blade, the force of the blow forcing him to his. The boy thrust his dagger forward hoping to hit a lucky blow against the swordsman but an approaching hammer forced him to once again roll away.

"You can't win boy, its three against one. You're only delaying the inevitable, just lie down and DIE!" Mason shouted the last words as he swung the hammer and once again the boy skipped but this time forward. Not expecting the change in tactics he was unprepared for when the boy ducked under