“Huh? What kind of joke is that, pal?”
“If you’re looking to rob us, you chose the wrong guys to mess with. We’re Templar Knights, you see. I don’t know how many of you you brought with you, but you better stop with the stupid j–”
The man didn’t finish the spiel as Crowley’s sword beheaded him.
“Wh..?!”
The other 6 men unsheathed their swords the same instance. You had to give it to them, the results of being trained by a chivalric order showed. Their reaction, if nothing else, was praiseworthy.
“Who are you?!”
Crowley lopped off the left foot of the man who asked that question at the base.
“Gwaargh!”
“He’s a strong one! Surround him!”