Knight

Sir Duncan ventured down to the dungeon.

A red glow glistened off his freshly polished armour.

He sliced.

He diced.

Freed men from their shackles.

After bisecting a third woman clad in leather and wielding a whip he realised he might have got the wrong idea.

He clomped back up stairs and tried to get away before anyone had a chance to call the police.