Guy of Gisborne had been walking through The City with no real purpose in mind. He was thinking that he should go meet other people that lived here. He had met a djinn and a leprechaun. Not to mention the lovely young beauty that seemed to be very well bred for a French girl. Guy was curious as to what other types lived in this strange place. Maybe there was someone that he could use to get to a position of power here.
It was starting to get late as he walked through the streets. The sky was just beginning to darken with the night. He hadn’t met very many people yet, though there did seem to be quite a few animals running around loose. He had seen a few wolves running around and wondered if the lord of this town would pay for each wolf’s head brought to him.
He was going to meet one more person this night and then head back to the peace of his isolated cabin. He was coming up on the back of a house where he had seen candlelight in the window. Not candlelight, just light. This place had light without candles or torches. He rather liked that part, actually. And the food that he could get without having to hunt for it first. It was strange, this place, but it had a few advantages.
The attack came out of nowhere, totally unexpected. The bite was vicious, obviously meant to take Guy down so he would be at the mercy of this savage animal. Luckily, the leather shirt he wore saved him. The bite did not even break the skin; it just tore his shirt. Guy snarled a bit as he swung around, drawing his sword. The squirrel that attacked him looked as if it was preparing to jump on him again. The knight from England would not stand for that.
The squirrel jumped and Guy swung his sword, cutting the rodent across its chest. The animal dropped to the ground and stared at Guy. “Bloody hell, man. That hurt!” The voice was so small and chirping that Guy wasn’t even sure he had really heard it. It started to run away, then paused and turned back. It held up a single finger in Guy’s direction and ran off. Guy blinked, but shook off the surprise. It was nothing out of the ordinary for this town.
Guy was just going to go home and hope he could repair his but then he saw the woman. Wolves and other animals surrounded her. And they looked to be closing in on her, probably preparing to attack her. Guy’s barely remembered sense of chivalry kicked in and he found himself running toward the animals, his sword ready to save her from the dangerous beasts.
“Don’t move, my lady,” he yelled to her as he came closer. “I can save you from the wolves.” He hoped.