hendrik

Hendrick is an unusual soldier in the royal army.The murder that most men in this profession consider it necessary, although a difficult part of the work, is the last possible means for Hendrick.Only in the face of faithful death for himself or his comrades will he try to harm another and even then he will try to neutralize the enemy, and not kill him.For most associates, this would cause contempt for such behavior in the war, but Hendrika respected everyone and honored nothing. The incredible power that he possesses allows Hendric to own his two massive shields, as if they were cut out of parchment.Opponents who go on the offensive against Hendrick or other soldiers next to him will be surprised that their blows are reflected in every attempt to attack.His movement along the battlefield can be easily traced along the road from broken and bent blades.He is a walking fortress, and the people who go next to him know that they do not need to worry about their safety. Such pacifist inclinations appeared for a reason.They are the sadness of Hendrick's past, for which he must atone for his guilt.Being a young soldier, Hendrick was appointed on the usual task of supporting supply.The roads in those days were much safer than now, but goods and values always need several capable swords nearby to restrain a small gang of robbers.However, on this day the circumstances were different, if not special.The bandits attacked a couple of times and Hendrick quickly coped with them.Their death was fair, he reasoned.In addition, compassion means nothing without the rule of law.After that, Hendrick and his comrades relaxed.The birds cheerfully chirped among the leaves, and it seemed that on this day nothing more threatened them.A short wave of arrows from the nearest bushes along the side of the road warned a detachment about the ambush of robbers.But these were unusual robbers.They were equipped with the tools of farmers: forks, wooden axes and crushers.The security got off very quickly with them.For a few seconds, their bodies fell asleep around the stopped wagon. Then Hendrick heard incomprehensible sounds behind his back.Turning around, he saw one of the bandits raises a bag of grain and began to run.The bag was heavy and the man, panting with every step, slowly ran away.Hendrick's expression did not change when he silently reached for the crossbow.The weapon made the sound of a shot and a bolt pierced in the back of a man.He fell, painting the earth and grain with his blood.Hendrick approached him. "Not.Please.She is there.She needs it! " The words of the bandit were interrupted by Hendrick's blade.When he cleared the blood of the sword, he drew attention to the appearance of men.All of them were very thin.Having ordered the rest to stand guard, he went to explore the area. A quiet sobbing was heard between the trees.It led him to a small shack of dirt and straw.Inside lay a little girl on the floor.She had the same facial features as the person who tried to take grain and fled in the direction of the shack.When she looked at him, tears flowed across her face, he felt everything falling around him.What is good about what he did?Was this price acceptable?Was this justice at all?He lifted her from the dirty floor and headed for the forest.He was not yet sure where they would go, but he would not return to the guard detachment to the van. "The only blood that can atone for sins, your own."