The statue of Emrill

Ok credit for the idea of this needs to go to lolita's angel and Kell.

He was finished now. He stood ready, sword in hand, his bow on his back and three daggers secreted on his person. The city guards faced him, four large men, well armed and armoured. He could probably take two before they took him out, their broad swords slicing through the leather of his armour.
He took a step back, his foot hit the wall of the keep, decision time over he had to fight.
All this for a statue, admittedly a statue worth more than most of the country’s taxes for the year but a statue none the less. It was in his quiver, they’d need to kill him to get it, which by their faces was the plan.
He’d been hired for the job by a noble in the court, he didn’t know or care why the noble wanted the statue as long as he got paid. A though came to him, he threw his sword at the guards, a stupid, wild throw then drew the two knives from his boots threw both in to the closest guards throats, drew his third and rolled toward the third guard stabbed up into his groin and leapt up to face the fourth. He’d been lucky he knew it, the guards had watched the sword and it had slowed their reactions, but this one was ready he reversed his grip on the knife so he was holding the tip and threw it into the man’s thigh, a miss.
The guard fell clutching his leg the thief ran forward pulled his knife from the first guards throat and delivered a killing strike to the jugular of each man.
He collected his knives and sword then looked for a way out. He’d come in through the kitchen but the guard would have changed by now meaning the kitchen would be full of the last watch.
He swore and started running, he ran straight down the corridor toward a window covered his face with his arms and dived through.
He hit the ground and rolled spreading the impact over his body. He got up and continued to run. People all round stared as they came out of houses and taverns to them a man had just fallen out the sky Tristrum looked back and smiled the city watch would get at least ten different accounts of what happened, each one more unreal than the last.

To be continued

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