You shoot your only shot at the Frenchie with the pistol, with good grace you hit him and as he spins and pirouettes in a graceful dance of death he lets off his pistol into the head of the Frenchie with a sword who also drops like a sack of onions.
Feeling very smug with yourself for despatching two Frenchies you put your 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