They came at him like a pack of animals.
The nearest man punched him in the stomach, causing him to bend over double. That was quickly followed by someone slamming their fists into his back, sending him sprawling to the ground. Before Jester could think to get up, they started kicking him. Again and again and again.
He cried for help, but his lungs were empty. All he could manage were some bloody hacks and coughs.
The beating ended as quickly as it had started. Finished, they walked off, laughing.
Jester whispered a silent prayer of thanks and blacked out.
The first sequel story! You must all be so excited!
Well, at the very least, I'm excited. Which will have to do for now.
Jester isn't doing so well here, is he? How will he get out of this one? Will the Royals come looking for their wayward fool? Is he on his own? We may never know. Unless, of course, I write it at some future point. Anything is possible, I suppose.