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>He wasn't a knight.
>He wasn't even a swordsman. He was a shopkeep, destined to inherit his mother's general store down the line.
>He was never meant to fight, he never had any intention TO fight, but they had overwhelmed the village far too quickly, and now here he was, the only able-bodied man left.
>A simple shopkeep facing down a crowd of monsters.
>"Hey hey, the little boy thinks himself a hero."
>"I call dibs."
>Feminine laughter filled the air.
>Everything hurt. His limbs were screaming for him to stop. His stomach twisted painfully every time he took in a breath.
>His very willpower was being stolen by their gleaming weapons.
>No one would hate him if he threw down his weapon and fled. No one would be disappointed in him if he fell here.
>As he took yet another lazy backhand that sent him reeling, he could see them.
>His mother, his brother, his best friend Johnny with his wife Susan holding the baby he was the godfather of, the old blacksmith who forged the very sword he held, the twins who vandalized his shop two days prior, and the little girl who sold flowers to help her parents.
>All huddled around the windows of the most fortified building in the village, despair clear in their faces.
>Absolutely none of them would hate him if he surrendered. But he would.

"I know I can't stop you."
>The jeers resumed.
"I'm no knight, I'm not even a swordsman. This is the first time I've truly held a sword in my life."
>They were advancing now.
>He re-entered his piss poor example of a sword stance.
"But none of that matters to me! You will not touch them!"
>He charged, sword held between both hands now.

>They had stopped laughing long ago. They had thought him a fool seeking glory, or a horny traitor seeking early claim as a husband by one of the stunningly beautiful invaders.
>Both were things they had long since become accustomed to seeing.
>But with the fortified home searched, they finally saw what his true intentions had been.
>And so they could only stand in silent admiration for the boy who fought so hard against them.
>Where trained knights and soldiers had crumbled and fled, he, a lowly shopkeep, had stood firm and faced an army for those he cared most for.
>"I.. I think I love him." One Lizarman, a girl of around twenty, breathed out.
>A heavily scarred and muscled Red Oni dashed forth from their ranks, snatched up the unconscious shopkeep, and bolted off into the night.
>"Vicky you traitor!" The cries of despair from the too-slow-to-react Lizardman echoed across the decimated village, though the newly forming couples, and monsterized old couples in the case of Johhny and Susan, never noticed.
>"To be fair Annabelle, she did call dibs."