43. Khahandahar: a surprising encounter

Lieutenant Leaves's log: day 172. Still gaping at the vista sprawling out below us, I jump as I hear a voice shouting "arrete!" Turning around, I was looking at the pointed end of a rapier hovering 5 cm from my throat. As the auto translation unit kicks in, the knight in armour standing in front of us demands who we are, where we come from and to lay down any weapons we carry with us. 2 more armed soldiers were hovering behind the leader, pointing cross bows towards captain and Sergeant. In the next 5 seconds, too many things happen at once. Morthen jumps forward, tackling the leader, the swords point barely missing my left eye, a crossbow bolt buries itself in the stone where Morthen was standing just before. Fashion, who was ignored, followed behind morthen, kicking the first archer straight in the throat with a upwards kick, pivoting on the other leg and with a strong right fist knocking out the third soldier with a satisfying crack. End of log.