Isaac watched with trepidation as the bodyguard ran straight towards him, his body shaking in fear.

Dropping the handkerchief had been another amusing Highwayman trick, freeing his hands as they snuck incognito under his jacket, hands resting upon the well-used handles of two flintlock pistols. Jesu, this man seemed to want to die, Isaac thought fervently, watching the man carry out pretty close to ever action he had predicted up until this point. The cry from behind him was telling, the bodyguard was constrained by rules of conduct that Isaac himself was free from. Easy to predict, easy to counter, better to eliminate this obstacle here and now while it was easy.

What he hadn’t expected was for the guard to leap high and clear over him, and Isaac couldn’t quite believe his luck. With people running every which way it may have been difficult to ensure he could shoot his foe if he had both feet on the ground, but when one is sailing through the air it’s fairly difficult to change direction. Isaac had heard people could peg birds with the more accurate muskets being produced every-day. With two flintlocks at this distance against a target as large as a man? Child’s play, even with his hands shaking.

He had drawn the moment Guardian’s foot touched the ground and prepared to force himself airborne. Even with his moment of surprise Isaac had still turned around and brushed some paper out of the way, both flintlocks levelled and the hammers already dropped. His target still some distance before the ground, maybe six feet away, and the weapons discharged near simultaneously, bucking in his left hand and causing one shot to swing just wide of his intended target. The musket balls sailed through the air with unerring speed, and the shot from his right weapon seemed ready to hit its mark, dead centre through the man’s spine as he was close to landing.

The second shot careered off and caught the nobly fighting King clear through the chest, he fell back with surprise on his white face. Isaac smiled.