As Brian and the knight stood there, in the rocky field, the prepared to see who could lift more. But before the competition could even start, an arrow flew from the tavern, and landed near the knight. They both turned, surprised, and saw a large group of disgruntled looking, pissed off teenagers. None of them were any older than Brian actually was, but with his stolen muscle, he looked 5 years older than them, at least. "Hey Rick, look who we got here..." said one of the boys, as he guestured at the knight. "Yeah Rob, it seems that I almost hit some people over there. Oh, look...I almost hit the sleeze bag that fucked my girl friend!" Rick said, and he readied another arrow.
"Oh fuck, here we go again..." muttered the knight. "Look boys, just because your girlfriends came to me, looking for a real man" he said, giving his dick a tug "doesn't mean that you have a right to shoot at-" he was cut off when another of the boys threw a small hand axe at him. The knight grabbed it easily, and he threw it back, at the boy, knocking his other axe out of his hand. "Boys, you can't compete, so just give it up" the knight said, in an exasperated tone. Brian thought that this was his chance to impress some people, so he grabbed his bow, and readied some blunted arrows he kept with him. "This'll calm them down!" he shouted, and fired off multiple arrows, each hitting one of the boys and leaving him writhing in pain. "Nice shot, but we better get out of here. I'm Lloyd by the way" the Knight said, as he quickly grabbed his gear. "I'm Brian. Let's head to the..."