Sir John looked back up, still staring defiantly, though it seemed to Bobbywan that his face was slightly paler, and there was not a hint of true worry and fear. Gilbert stepped back and trained his pistol on the whole group of hostages, who numbered some 11 Knights and 20 Civilians. Bobbywan was suddenly dismayed, that it had just occurred to him that there were far too few knights. There should have

been at least 50. Fortunately, just as he was wondering what horrible thing had happened to them, Gilbert was forth-coming with an answer. “Is that all of ‘em, Weezil?” he said to one of his goons,

who was dressed in the apparel of a peasant. “Everyone on the list.” Weezil answered, holding up the admission book they had signed only an hour or so before. “I hope so.” Gilbert growled. He turned and

addressed the hostages. “You’re all going to have an unexpected stay. Obey us and you’ll be fine. We don’t want anything of yours, though we want to ask Mayne hear a few questions. If he doesn’t answer,

well then,” he smiled wickedly, “We may have to persuade him. And don’t count on the rest of your men. They’ll be busy putting out those fires in the village for hours, and they’ll be dealt with after.” He

chuckled evilly. “Now take them away!” he shouted, waving at his men. “Take five of these knights and throw them in one of the side towers, take the other five and throw them in the other, take 10 of

these civilians and put them in the gatehouse, and take the other ten and Johnny boy and throw them in the tallest tower. GO!” Some of his men, who numbered somewhere around 30, not counting the few

on the parapets, and were armed with pikes, strode forward and hauled their captives roughly to their feet, and began pushing them toward their destinations. The four friends found themselves shoved just

behind Sir John of Mayne and in front of a few other terrified civilians towards the tallest tower at the back of the castle. As they were prodded along, Bobbywan glanced at the others again. “Wait.” Kitkat

mouthed again. “stupid” Goatman mouthed. 8Legos nodded, and Bobbywan tiled his head in acknowledgement. The Captors were moving them along the right wall of the castle, and as they moved along,

the 10 or so ruffians flanking them kept close, watching their prisoners keenly. Too close in fact. Bobbywan looked at Kitkat, who raised an eyebrow. Evidently the same thought had occurred to them: being

this close didn’t offer them any advantage, while putting them to close to effectively use their pikes, and blocking a clear shot from their archers on the walls. And, of course, it meant that if one of the

captives wanted to try-Their thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt, just as they passed the entrance to the catacombs, by one of the people behind them suddenly tripping and stumbling forward with a

cry. Their captors reflexively looked backward, and Sir John, with a sudden effort, broke the cords tying his hands behind his back. He right hand flew out, smashing one of the captors in the face, then Sir

John snatched his pike and rammed the butt of it into the gut of the outlaw on his right.

I'm sure you slip some smarter ones in soon.

Yes, terribly sorry about that. I've had to write some Spanish things for class recently and I haven't been able to fit writing in around my slacking. :tounge:

And my computer wasn't able to access my account for a few days, so I couldn't save word documents, and I write the story on word and then copy and paste it onto here.
I'll try to write some more soon. :tounge:

Bobbywan felt a sudden anger at the stupidity and insanity of the whole situation suddenly well up inside him,

and as the goon to his left began lowering his pike and moving towards Sir John,Bobbywan

struck out with a wild yell, punching the side of the goon’s neck with his right hand,

and then striking his back with his left. Shouting, Kitkat, 8Legos, and Goatman also assailed their captors, Kitkat

kicking one thug’s knee while ramming an elbow into his back, as 8Legos grabbed another’s arm and pulled it backwards and down,

and Goatman simply slammed into a third. Bobbywan’s opponent tried to

turn around, half off balance, and Bobbywan struck him in the gut, then hooked him in the jaw, sending him staggering backwards, as Bobbywan screamed into his face.

Abruptly the courtyard had dissolved into chaos, and for the first time in years the sounds of fighting echoed off the anicent walls. 

He saw out of the corner of his eye  that Sir John was still fighting, but hadn’t finished off any of his foes, no doubt so the archers would still lack a clear shot.

The other knights had also attacked the outlaws, however, despite their valor, unarmed with their hands still, for the most part, bound, they could not strive with them for long.

None of the other civilians had moved to help, but were backing away from the struggle.

Also, rather unfortunately, Gilbert was rushing full speed towards them, with multiple screaming goons behind him.

Bobbywan set his teeth, as shouts, cries, and screams filled his ears. He was determined to at least take down one of them, and moved forward, preparing to box the head of his off-kilter enemy.

Then he heard a swishing sound behind him, and reflexively looked around. He caught a glimpse of a blade coming down towards him, and was then yanked backwards as the blade slashed through

empty air. “Go!” Sir John said hoarsely, turning him around and shoving him roughly towards the yawning entrance to the Catacombs, as John pierced the outlaw's shoulder with the Pike.

Then Sir John snatched the back of Kitkat’s collar, as kitkat wrestling with  his enemy for the thug’s pike, pulling him away and sending him too stumbling towards the doorway.

Sir John parried a last blow, and then joined them in their desperate  flight. As they went, leaping over the nearly

unconscious ruffians Sir John had dealt with, both Bobbywan and Kitkat glanced back, and saw that the knights were nearly overcome, 

Goatman was pinned down, and 8Legos was in a firm grip around the arm by his foe, but both were still fighting, 

For a moment Bobbywan’s steps slowed, but then Sir John shoved him forward again, shouting “GO!”, just as the first

crossbow bolts flew by, narrowly missing them, and sending sparks scattering across the flagstones.

For a fraction of a second a deep moral debate went on in Bobbywan’s mind, and then he remembered

that a true hero knows when to retreat, and he ran for his life. Kitkat had, even more swiftly, come to the same conclusion, and was running all out just behind Bobbywan,

with Sir John close behind. It took  only a few seconds to reach the door, but in those seconds many bolts flew past them,

one of them ripping through Bobbywan’s shirt, another slicing across Kitkat’s arm, raising a trail of red. Then they

were through the door and rushing down into the darkness, yet just as they did they heard a strange impact,

soft and moist yet with a sickening crunch, and Sir John cried out. His footsteps stumbled, but

then recovered, as he made it through the door, reaching back and crashing it closed behind them,

then slamming the bar down into place. For a moment he caught his breath, and then he hurried down the

stairs and motioned them onward. “On! Go!” he said, as in the flicking torchlight Bobbywan and Kitkat saw that he had been struck in the left arm by a bolt. “

We have no time to wait or talk!” Sir John said,  brushing past them and running down the echoing hall, “Follow me. RUN!”

It was, of course, the only course they had left which had any hope at all attached to it, and so they turned followed behind the knight,

praying and hoping fervently, as they ran, yhat Sir John had some sort of a plan to turn this crazed debacle into a victory, and that Goatman and 8Legos would be able to see that Victory.








Goatman couldn’t see anything. He was being smushed down into the ground, with a somewhat corpulent goon on top of him.

8Lego’s vision was filling with stars and clouds as a goon choked him. He was,

oddly, saved from fainting, by, of all things, the usually unpleasant voice of Gilbert. “Enough! We can still use them." he yellod out. "Blunt! See if you can’t bash this door down.

Weezil, get into the catacombs and nab that knight and his urchins!” Goatman and 8Legos were released and hauled to their feet. Three knights were lying unmoving on the ground, and the rest had been

restrained by the outlaws. As Goatman looked, though, one of the knights on the ground tried to rise, and a ruffian raised a pike and brought it sweeping down.

Goatman looked away before the flow fell. It was then that he noticed that Sir John, Bobbywan, and Kitkat  were missing, and the door to the Catacombs was shut.

8Legos had already noticed, and a smile cut across his face. “You think this is funny, don’t you boy?” Gilbert growled, walking up to them, and then

he smacked 8Legos across the face with the back of his hand. 8Legos staggered back and step, and then looked up defiantly.

He thought about answering, and then wisely that anything he said would

probably make this situation worse. “Well I think it was stupid. Be glad you’re of value to us, or I’d cut you down right here.

Don’t get your hopes up, we’ll find your friends, and then we’ll teach you all a

listen. And that’ll just be the beginning. Take them to the tower!” he roared, waving at a few of his goons. Then get to work!”

Goatman and 8Legos were dragged away, along with several other civilians,

none of whom, apparently, had taken up the fight. As they were pulled along, 8Legos was still smiling,

and it occurred to Goatman that, since Sir John had risked everything to get into the Catacombs, it

was possible that there was indeed, hope. And that he had been right, all along.

It was somewhat violent, we haven't decided if it should be allowed yet.