Carsten didn't need to turn around to see who shot. There was still three more Moors. Why are they here, in France, and not Spain or Africa? He cut one's arm off as one chopped his right middle finger off. His men were not ready to fight, or these Moors would've been dead a long time ago. He stabbed into the one who had cut his finger off's stomach, pulling up and opening the man's stomach for his guts to spill out. He pulled his sword out and turned to the remaining one wo was still holding the stump of his arm.

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