Aside from cannabis, I'm into those things.

Four dead. One to go. An arrow snips his shoulder. There'd be no point to continue this one for him. He speaks.

"Come out now, archer. I'm in no mood to kill."

Keon blocks the incoming arrow with his sword.

"Last warning. Even as I am now, I will find you. Leave you gutted for vultures."

He stabs his sword at the man's chest. Deep. His opponent collapses. Gritting his teeth, Keon stands. Pulls his sword out. Goes over to the man still living.

"You bunch. Annoying. Smart. Had there been no archer, you'd all be dead earlier. Let me remedy this."

Keon beheads the man. Survey things.

Keon slashes. Somehow, the man shimmies out of the way.

The bastard kicks at Keon's bleeding wound. The man of Ken drops to one knee. He hears the whistling blade come down.

He swings his sword, he hears a scream. He swings again. Another scream.

Keon looks at him holding his colored thigh.

He's grown to detest his battle experience, working triple again. Staying out of the line of the arrows path. Hold the pierced arrow. Stay alive. Keon accepts the man is a good hand, not a challenge, but someone who'd be a good guardsman. Arrows graze him. His opponent throws the sword back too far.

Despite his volley of attacks the swordsman finds the opportunity to jump back, making space.

Heavy breathing. Sweating. Both men. He knows it must end soon. Stepping forward. An arrow pierces his side.

The scream is muffled as he holds the arrow with one hand. The other let steel hit steel.

A gasp. The man stiffens up. Eventually he goes limp. Slips from Keon's grasp.

Dies from the arrow piercing his heart. Blood pools out.

With a deadly grin he looks at the other swordsman.

Stepping over the fallen man, Keon of Ken doesn't waste time. He attacks with heavy but controlled slashes.

The other attacks. He feels the arrow coming. Death approaching. Keon snarls. Grabs the man.

He grabs the swordsman in a way that prevents him from landing the killing blow. Feeling the arrow come closer, his opportunity is nearly gone.

He can hear movement from the other man now. One fast turn.

Having to work triple; time the arrows, dodge two swords or parry, and keep his distance.

He waits. Dodge. Parry. Duck. The moment shall come. Dodge. Parry. Puts his back to the archer.
He waits. Dodge. Parry. Duck. The moment shall come. Dodge. Parry. Puts his back to the archer.

One man stops.

I'd play this.

He dodges a precise aim for his throat—tingles from the near contact.
Parries the one from the man he kicked.

Ducks from an arrow flying at him. They are good swordsmen to have lasted this long.

Having grown tired of this, a decision is made.

One that could cost him greatly if it goes wrong.

Can't wait for all this to crash and burn, which is where it's leading toward. It's gonna be glorious.

I assume you're discussing Sodom and Gomorrah. I'm just adding in Lot offered up his daughters to prevent them raping the the travelers which in they declined and God destroyed the city. A very important detail.

But, nobody cares about it unless it fits their political ideology.

Lot was the hospitable one by offering up his daughters to be raped.

*gave