The trial had proved to be a long, but pleasing process. Solus decided to walk back to Britain from the court, but along the way had noticed a group of people had started following him. "Can this day get any better?" he thought to himself. When he was sure it was only him and the small group, he turned around and yelled out "How can I help you?". A young man stepped forward with a drawn sword "You corrupted that jury!!". Solus laughed as he knew he had done no such thing, the pieces had merely fallen perfectly in place. "What do you plan to do about it?" he responded. The man rushed him, but quickly fell to the ground. This was a group of mere peasants, and they could not match the reflexes of a knight. Solus stood there smiling, blood dripping from his blade, the man had not even seen it be drawn. The crowd looked uneasy seeing their comrade so easily dispatched. They looked at eachother with nervousness, but one by one they decided to tempt fate.They rushed him, but alas, one by one they each fell to their demise. One remained, on her knees, badly injured. Solus walked up to her, and put the blade of his sword against her neck. "If you want to fight so badly, why not fight for me instead?" The woman looked up at him and spit. "Ah, the answer I was hoping for" Solus said as he sliced her neck. He looked down at all of the bodies that lay around him. "The reports will show that a band of brigands attacked these poor people and unfortunately I was too late" Solus thought to himself. Solus let out a hearty laugh, and started his journey again with a big smile on his face towards Britain.