With your fantastic insult you slash at the Frenchie with a pistol, his hand still cluching the pistol is severed from his body, it lands with the pistol on the floor, the pistol goes off and shoots the other Frenchie with the sword in the head, a final swipe sees the ‘disarmed’ Frenchie finished.
Feeling very smug with yourself for despatching two Frenchies you put your sword away with a flourish, accidentally hitting your pistol setting it off. From just over the hedge you hear
‘Quelle que chose?’
‘I ne know pas’
‘Allez!’
The voices of what seems to be about 20 Frenchies seem to be coming closer to investigate. Its time to run!
Do you:-
Run, run fast as you can, you can’t catch me I’m an Englishman