Looking at the water marks extending up to the second-floor window, Robin was at a loss for what to do. Someone had already crossed their defense line, and it would be too late to climb up. Rock climbing was never included in the training.
After being stunned for a moment, my short-circuited brain finally realized that there was no need to fight against this wall. It would be faster to take the stairs instead.
The monk who reacted strode towards the main entrance of the clinic, pushed open the ajar door, and broke into the busy scene.
The sound of paper and pen rubbing against each other and the gentle crackle of the fire flowed gently. Everyone was busy and unaware of what was happening.
The apprentices who were filling in the paperwork and cooking the medicine heard the sound and looked at it, thinking that it was a patient who came to see a doctor with an emergency at night, and prepared to choose the unlucky guy to wake up the doctor. But it didn't look like there was anything wrong with him, and he didn't follow him.
patients.
The assistant on duty stood up from behind the counter, dropped most of the blank list, and came forward: "Dr. David is on the second floor. I'll go up right away..."
Robin didn't have time to explain what happened, so he looked past him to find the direction of the stairs, leaving the group of people and the inaudible words of advice behind him.
In desperation, I could only think of one more possible victim upstairs. As for whether I could face the intruder who had seriously injured my colleagues alone, it was second to none.
In the worst case, as long as it can be delayed for a while, so that the opponent cannot achieve the goal with peace of mind, even for a few rounds, the support with the numerical advantage will arrive. Time is on your side.
"do not come!"
When he shouted these words, the stairs under his feet had reached the end, and he was standing at the entrance to the second floor of the clinic. The shouts reflected back from the unlit winding corridor, as if they were a warning to himself.
What's worse than encountering multiple enemies is the quiet, dark, seemingly deserted environment.
But Robin knew that those heretics who had been planning for a long time were here, in the same limited space separated by corridors and door walls with him.
Instinctive fear of darkness arose, but he overcame that feeling and took the first step into it. Heel-first, he then slowly lowered his soles to blend into the atmosphere.
The intense running disrupted the sense of direction, and the completely different layouts of the two floors made it difficult to determine the specific location of the invaded windows.
The still-lit room seen outside seemed to turn off the lights at some point, and no light was leaking from under any door. This made Robin particularly worried, and he accelerated the pace of exploration. Maybe he was already a step too late.
Bringing a light up would make him bolder, but it would also directly expose his position and make him passive.
The current situation is exactly the same as that of the one who was just seriously injured. The same limited environment, the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light.
He had no way to quickly identify potential victims and enemy locations under such circumstances. Someone might have died without making a sound, and delaying it would only make this "possibility" bigger.
And after several days of snooping, the other party has probably figured out the general structure of the floor, which gives them an even greater advantage.
So Robin was ready to make a somewhat risky move.
"Heavenly Father, bless your servant." The boots were raised, but this time they did not fall gently, but made clear footsteps at normal speed. At the same time, the dagger was unsheathed.
In order to make sure that the other party really heard what he said, he took a few more steps and passed through doors with unknown objects behind them.
I believe that few people will refuse such a temptation. As long as the only obstacle is cleared, they can do whatever they want before reinforcements arrive. There is no doubt that they are not one of the "few".
The old wooden shaft rotated rapidly, making a horrifying scream like a scream, which became the first note on the stage. It was obvious that the other party also hoped that this would be the last one.
A door opened, and the danger that had been lurking behind it hit me, and I got closer before the sound of gritted teeth dissipated.
Even though he had expected it, Robin still couldn't help but panic. He tried to avoid it to one side and leaned against the wall to use his strength to kick towards the approximate location of the opponent's attack.
This kick hit something. The attacker staggered back, hit the door panel and bounced off, uncontrollably throwing forward. The monk who seized the opportunity handed out his dagger and penetrated something easily.
As a familiar smell of rust appeared, the pierced body quickly became heavy after a final struggle, unable to fall over, and the crisp metal weapons fell and hit the wooden floor.
He knew that he had won the bet and that the profit was enough to match the risk. In the first encounter, he successfully reduced one of the opponent's men and the situation was great.
It's just... too simple.
The image of his companion being seriously injured flashed through his mind again. Even under siege, this level alone would not make a well-trained monk lose his combat effectiveness quickly.
An inconspicuous wind sound came from behind. Robin, who was alert, did not miss this detail and retreated in time. He felt that the sharp air flow lifted up his hair and something fell heavily.
A loud noise erupted from under my feet, and the tremors made the body in contact with the floor feel numb.
There was a stinging sensation on the exposed face, and small and sharp wood chips burst out and stuck on the skin. Compared with the pain, what was even more frightening was the force behind the person, who ignored the endurance of the arm and smashed it in a round shape.
And this was not the end, the man strode forward and approached, and the heavy whistling sound meant that the second attack was coming without interruption.
In the low light, only a figure with unusually slender arms could be seen, almost maximizing the destructive power of the blunt weapon in his hand. Even a knight in full armor had to give priority to avoid it.
Without enough time to think about how such an arm could be so tough and able to withstand such a huge reaction force, Robin used his hands and feet to distance himself, rolled and hid towards the stairs.
This was no longer something he could handle alone. The huge gap quickly helped him remember that his original intention was to attract attention and delay waiting for support.
The figure showed agility that was not commensurate with the brute force. Instead of stagnating, it approached as if it was not affected by the two swings at all. It raised its weapon condescendingly without giving any chance to breathe.
【Unreasonable...】
Robin couldn't dodge, and raised his dagger in a desperate attempt to resist, wondering if this was his last thought.
The severe pain from the tearing of the web between the thumb and index finger suggested that the force was greater than imagined. The dagger came out of his hand, only slightly changing its trajectory, and hit his ear.
The tinnitus with a metallic vibrato buzzed, and the dull pain that was transmitted rushed through his skull. He felt that he heard some kind of hoarse and gloomy cruel chuckle, which seemed to be satisfied with this destructive power.
The man, or something humanoid, pulled the weapon out of the broken board. The overly heavy flat hammer head showed that it should have been used for other purposes. Perhaps it was a stonemason or blacksmith's tool, which was more than enough to crush bones.
.
Robin felt that he could see the other person's face clearly. A face as pale as if it had been left in a coffin for several days, with an asymmetrical outline outlined by the light from behind.
The other party also noticed the intervening light source, temporarily put down the monk who had lost the ability to resist, and turned to look.
A girl in pajamas was holding a candlestick. She probably heard the noise outside and opened the door to check. Her expression was still a little confused, as if she had just woken up from a deep sleep and did not understand the situation.
There is no need to have any extravagant expectations about pagan morality. Brother Robin made the most correct decision he could think of at the moment. He hugged his legs with his last strength and shouted to the girl: