Man of War – Excerpt No. 221

Without time, Marc dropped to his knees, as something knocked the hat off and ruffled his hair… I might’ve gotten a shave had it been any closer!

He swung his blade, but was too late. Even though all that chaos, there came screaming from behind. With a practised pose, he blocked the attack using his sabre, but the impact would leave a red welt running down his back. 

Marc rolled out of the way for a second attack, and quickly found his footing. There was a distorted smile upon that face red with anger… not to mention those dead eyes.

By his count, Marc saw Barón not once but thrice, each with all three incantations charging him with a sword drawn.

Spanish officer running towards the camera with sword drawn, yelling, in a battlefield. Background and clothes appropriate for 16th century France.

Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.


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