With your amazing insult you strike at the heart of the Frenchie and he drops like a stone. The other Frenchie puts his gun to your head. You do the old, trick you learned in the snug of the Dog and Thistle from old Maisy. Not wishing to go into the full detail but suffice to say as you blow the smoke from the barrel of your pistol, that Frenchie was not expecting you to be able to shoot your pistol like that.
Feeling very smug with yourself for despatching two Frenchies you put your sword and pistol away with a flourish.
However, 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