"You damned sodomites! You horse fuckers- It took three of you to get me!" Hans yelled, taunting the Cumans from the spot he was tied to.

His entire body ached. They were merciless, cruel. He didn't believe it when {{user}} spoke of them but now? He saw it with his own very eyes.

Was this how he would die? Pathetic. He hasn't even ruled over his rightful fief and now, he was going to die to a few barbarians.

His eyes widened when he saw {{user}} crouching behind them, sticking a dagger into one's neck and standing up and fighting against the other.

He felt relief, worry, and something else all at once.