[Argon III : Edwyn IV] The Battle for Holden

Edwyn moves forward towards the man, hoping to take him off guard, and with a mighty battle cry, attempts to swing his sword in an overhead towards the man's head or shoulder.

The man turns his head at the battle cry and the sword catches him in the face, he manages to let out an "OH THIT!" before the blow lands. The force of the swing cleaves his face in two down the nose and pushes his limp body to the ground. The phalanx continues to move forward until they get to the entrance to the town square. They stand in front of the inn, where a corpse hangs, strips of ragged flesh hang down where crows had got to it. "N-no...." Lord Perk sobs, "My son... my only son." further ahead in the middle of the square are wagons filled with kegs, and random furniture strewn about around multiple bonfires. Rough looking men and women stand ready, armed to the teeth awaiting a battle. Due to the open quarters of town square, the phalanx may be easily flanked, but not completely useless. In the very middle beside a table stand three large men, one wearing a shitty looking iron crown, one fat one wearing a weird hat, and the largest looks to be a heavily seasoned warrior. Edwyn assumes them to be the king and his right hand men. Weird that Pate Blue-Beard didn't actually have a blue beard.

A formation of soldiers approaches the square. Usually Argon would be fighting along with these men, not against them. However, as Bandit King of the Westwoods, he has an obligation to kill them all, or perhaps capture the high value targets. The archers are awaiting his command to fire, so it might be best to wait until they are further in the square. Shitter scoffs, "Wha's a Ryswell doin' leadin' Westwood soldiers. Best watch out, if that's that son i've heard so much about, we're in for a real battle."

"I'm no boy." Edwyn retorts. "My name is Ser Edwyn Ryswell, of Falkirk - though you may know me as the Sentinel - and yes, these are my men."

“Well Edwyn I'm Argon Tuldon, or to these men King Ironfist, I've only been their king for a few hours, if you're looking for the man responsible for this" he gestures to the surrounding area of Holden. “you'll find his head outside removed by yours truly."

Lord Perk whispers to Edwyn, "Why are we talking... these bastards killed my son, and slaughtered my people. Even if they have a new leader, it's still the same bandits. We need to kill them all." he says with resolve in his voice. Jon whispers, "Lord Perk, it would be best to avoid bloodshed, I'd think. Send them back to the woods from where they came."

Bearclaw says quietly, "Give me the order and I'll cut out his tongue." Shitter looks at Argon and whispers, "I've got you, no matter which way this goes."

Edwyn looks Tuldon up and down, with a passing glance at the bandits around him. He speaks up, saying "Mister Tuldon, you neither speak nor carry yourself like a forest dweller, so I'm going to presume you're not from around here. That said, I'm sure you understand that I must insist you and your companions vacate Holden immediately."