59: Khahandahar: an Italian stand-off

Lt Leaves log day 174: the Italian soldier sighed "Look madam, we just learned that you are not our enemy, so please lay down the dagger and we can go and meet your captain". "why should I trust you?" I stated defiantly. "why don't you put your sword down and lead us back to the rest of our team. Otherwise I would need to start slicing of pieces of our dear princeling here". (Just maybe I enjoyed too much his terrified whimpering) Kneeling down, the soldier took off his helmet, revealing a hardened face covered by a full mustache. A person one would not mess with. "Look madam, hurt the prince and we are both dead..." Rising up, he unsheathed his sword in a smooth swing, the point hovering less than an inch from Fashion's eye. "Seems we are in a deadlock madam"