Marwood turned his horse just in to dodge the axe blow he gripped the spear closer to the point and stabbed at him. It was weak but enough to give him room to maneuver. "Alvin, I can handle this. Go help the others." He growled and stabbed at the fighter twice, both missing as he rode back. He growled and readied for the fighters attack his horse ready to move and dodge. "You really think you can take me? I beat dozens of bandits tougher than you. Your axe won't save you, barely any of you stand. If you run now I promise I won't chase you... If you don't I promise you will die on the end of a lance." He spoke straight faced staring right at him spinning the lance around him.