The 8th of Spring, 510 AV.
The man opened his eyes. It was dawn. The sun was coming up and could be seen easily on the horizion. His spear in hand, he looked at the two men. Two bandits were closing in, one large and bulky carrying an axe. One not so large, he didn't have the body of a warrior. He carried a long sword. The man held his spear out and waited for one of them to try and make a move. He was ready for this fight.
The one with the sword charged at him, looking angry. He held his sword above his head. The man waited there for a few moments. He looked like a fool but he knew what he was doing. He took a deep breath. The one with the sword brought his sword down hard only to see the man dodged the attack. By the time he could turn it was already too late.
The man plunged his spear into the man and kicked him down. He pulled out of his back and turned to see the one with the axe take a defensive posistion. The man circled around him and waited for a chance to strike. The one with the axe made a powerful strike trying to hit his head. The man ducked and stabbed his enemy in the gut and watched has he fell over.
Joseph sighed. Pretending he was a great warrior always cheered him up but today... it didn't. He didn't know why. Today, there was just something odd about today. He looked at the small empty alley. He took his Py-Pole, took a few steps and looked at the street.
It was busy, tons of people rushing to do their buisness. Joseph was a little nervous to go in the streets. People probably wouldn't notice if they stepped on top of him. He just waited there, hesitant to go.