Jake was already running at full speed when the armoured man disengaged from Friday and turned to face the rifled soldier with a sour look on his face. This didn’t bode well for Jake, since his plan was to get the attacker in the back with his dagger, and then dart away before he could turn around, but at this angle… The man glanced over at Jake’s charging figure and sneered. “Wait yer turn, kid!” he said, intercepting the attack by striking him across the chest with his arm. Jake stumbled backwards into the wet mud with the wind knocked out of his lungs. He’d never been hit that hard in his life, and shock kept him on the ground. “So eager to die, are we?”<br/><br/>“Ugh,” Jake groaned, trying to pull himself back up. “Damn…”<br/><br/>The armoured man shifted his attention back to the soldier. “Y’ want to die first, then?” he shifted his axe around menacingly, while approaching the soldier. “Have it yer way, it doesn't matter to me.” In the last battle, the high-tech armour of the rifled soldier proved too strong for simple swords to get through, but the axe that the armoured man carried looked a lot more dangerous.<br/><br/>With a grunt, Jake managed to get back to his feet, gripping his dagger tightly in his hand. He glanced between Friday’s swordfight to his left, and the impending battle of armoured men to his right.<br/><br/>“Great, now what?” he thought to himself.