Samuel drew his two flintlocks and shot the nearest Rebels, an emotionless look on his face. He drew his sabre and  impaled another, before spinning around and shooting the other flintlock into one man's brain. He reloaded one and then stabbed a Rebel, then reloaded the other. He felt a small cut on his shoulder, but continued fighting, tearing through the enemy's small formation. They were winning the battle, with only one of the Enforcers dead, and they were better trained. He grinned, knowing the battle was practically won.
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