
The enemy were trying to surrender I approached this valiant warrior. He offered to come quietly.

But then my Lord, Sir John Tiptoft, the Earl Of Worcester, Butcher of England cried "No prisoners, No Quarter!"

So as I am but a mercenary fighting for coin I did as my employer bade me.

The young man stood no chance, he had already reversed his sword for me to take it, he did not expect a blow to the gut.

The dead man is left to lie on the field. His boots were the wrong size for me. I'm sure some other scum would help themsleves to them.A great set of photos taken by Paul Dunt. (thanks Paul)

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