"A silver penny for striking him, and another one if the group can bring him down. That does sound like powerful motivation," Isabell agreed as she watched the skirmish begin to unfold. Owain wasted no time trying to defend himself against the greater number of men, going instantly on the offensive instead by charging one of the men with the polearms.
Compared to the soldier facing him, Owain wasn't only stronger, he was much faster and the wooden sword in his hand swung in a series of lightning fast strikes that battered the soldier's armored hands, forcing him backwards and weakening his grip on the weapon enough for Owain to use one hand to capture the weapon while the other hand drove the point of his blade against the other man's throat.
