Winters cursed under his breath, was this guy's chin made of stone? He was now seriously regretting not having a steel plate fitted into the front of his boots.
One against two had turned into one against three, making things even worse. Winters pointed his sword at the robed men and slowly stepped backward to regroup with the Major.
Winters's brain raced with thoughts: the robed men's target was obviously the older traveler, and since he had held them off for so long, the traveler had evidently found a safe place to hide. Their plan had already fallen through;
Under the circumstances of not letting them achieve their goal, there was no need for him to try to kill or capture the enemies by forcibly fighting against greater numbers;