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. He was able to strike one human in the stomach,
sending the recipient of the blow back a good four or five
steps. Then, his arms were pinned behind his back and he
was forced down. A draconian slapped him hard on the
face. There was the sound of steel being drawn, but
someone muttered something Garrick was unable to
understand. The muttering was followed by the sound of the
weapon being sheathed once more. As he had surmised,
they had been ordered to take him prisoner.
Two of the draconians, their wings fluttering in anger,
held him tight while one of the humans bound his hands
together behind him. Someone produced chains. Garrick's
feet were hooked together so that he stumbled when he tried
to take normal steps. His helm was torn from his head and a
leather collar with a leash attached to it wrapped around his
neck, nearly choking him. He stumbled then and fell to his
knees. Determination more than anything else made him
stand once more. He could barely feel the blows of his
captors anymore.
A human who must have been in charge led the entire
group back to camp. They were obviously convinced that a
large band of knights was lurking somewhere in the woods.
Having faced one knight who, despite his appearance, was
readily capable of taking on a good half dozen opponents,
they were in no hurry to meet up with a larger force
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