You take a shot at the Frenchie with the sword. He somehow manages to get his sword in front of your bullet in an attempt to parry it. The bullet shatters the sword and shards fly towards the head of both Frenchies lodging in their skulls dropping them instantly.
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