(Open) Frenchy kicks British arse...

[Matthew DeGray]

Matthew walks down the main road on his way to Nottingham, he yawns as the walk here has currently clocked to 10 hours from stowing on a boat from London. A rustling is heard in the trees and a small smile emerges on Matts face which is covered by his Black, silk hood. Suddenly 3 outlaws appear out of the gloom.
"Is zis a kind of a joke do za french boy?" He said cheekilly.

[Imogen Frewer]

Imogen had been sent on the lovely errand of collecting three bottles of wine from a church just south of Nettlestone. It wasn’t a bad day so she hadn’t complained when asked that was before she walked for miles with three large wine bottles in a large wicker basket. Still it was not all bad she would be gaining a few extra coins for the walk and money was hard to com by these days.

Though the sky was bright it was chilly and Imogen was in nothing but a simple grey dress with a large leather belt around her middle. She now regretted not taking the shawl that she. At the time of leaving the Inn, thought would be a hindrance. Now that the wine was collected and safely tucked away in her basket, all she wanted to do was get back to the warmth of the Inn.

After walking for what must have been close to 2 hours Imogen suddenly realized she was very tired. Last night there had been a brawl at the in. Drunken men throwing there weight and glasses around trashing the bar and inn. Imogen had stayed up for hours trying to get the place back in to order but had given up and retied only to get a few short hours sleep.

As she rounded a corner Imogen’s eyes where widened by the site of 4 men who looked as though they where about to start a fright.

“Great” Imogen muttered shifting the basket in to her other hand and used her now free hand to lift her dress up slightly to make it easier to pass by quickly.

“Don’t mind me”

[Matthew DeGray]

As the 3 Stooges looked at the girl, Matthew nodded at her. Easy targets, Yawn... He unsheathed his 3 of 10 throwing daggers threw them silently, one by one they fell to the ground lifeless. Matthew looked at the girl who was still walking.
"Zou can stop now mademoiselle!" He shouted after her, his french accent showing vividly.

[Imogen Frewer]

Imogen stared at the massacre in horror and grasping tight on to her wine basket with both hands. She had expected a bit of a fight with a bit of blood maybe but three lifeless bodies surprising. Slowly she removed her eyes from the corpses and backed away from the strange killer. If she had the energy to run she might have but today she was shattered and running was out of the question.

“Zou can stop now mademoiselle”

“I don’t think I want to but thanks for the offer”.

Imogen quickly turned and began to walk at as fast a pace as her legs would carry her. That man was crazy and she didn’t fancy getting stabbed any time soon besides she was late and she would hate to keep a thirsty man waiting for his wine. The wind picked up making the whole atmosphere that little bit more dramatic and if any one new about drama it was Imogen, Nottingham’s drama queen.

(sorry mind went blank :S)

[Matthew DeGray]

Matthew appeared in front of Imogen.
"Seriously don't be zcared of me, I will not harm any one as pretty as you" He walked up to her.
"So zot is your name?"

[Imogen Frewer]

Imogen took in his appearance and his build for a second but wasn’t convinced, she very much liked to be alive and today did not seem like a good day to die. She carefully stepped out of his way keeping tight hold of her basket ready to use it as a club if worst came to worst.

“I am not scared” Jenny protested slightly flattered at him calling her pretty for a second time. “I am Miss Frewer and im very late and there are three dead body’s on the ground, I would rather not be found beside them I like my head attached to my body. “