For a few moments, Rook thought it had worked. The soldiers were muttering, some taking a hesitant step backwards.
"Let's just go," one whispered in a desperate voice.
"No!" hissed the man next to him. "If we come back empty-handed, we're done for! We'll be lucky if the captain doesn't just throw us to the inquisition."
Rook was a mountain, unmoving. Neither attacking nor retreating.
"Enough of this!" one of them said in a loud, angry voice, shouldering past the others. He pointed the gleaming point of his halberd at Rook. "For the king!" he yelled and charged.
He died first.
Music of the now: Mock The Fools, by TotalBiscuit