Hunnic

I own a musket for hovel defense, since that's what the coal mining union intended. Four ruffians /breakdown into my home. "What the iblees?" As I grab my powdered wig and providencian rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first descendant, he's sent to the monks on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because of a low /roll and nail the neighbors pet automaton. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel scaring off their horses. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the legion medics to arrive since ten minutes passed, thereby combat locking us.