Martin did not give it another though. The other guard was approaching quickly, but was not yet in range to use his weapon. The guard with the sword was only one man. He dove forward, thrusting his staff out to hit the guard in the stomach. The guard folded in half, and then Martin hit him in the head, with the but of the staff, but not with full force. "Quick, change into a horse and let me ride you. It's our only hope of escape!" Martin felt sick that he had been forced to attack the man, and cause him injury. He only hoped that the injuries were ones that he could recover from quickly. The guard was only doing his job, but if they were caught, his friend would likely be burned at the stake.