Chapter 95: Chapter 95: The Devil sits in Nottingham!

With the audit having officially begun, Ragnar rapidly cranked the lever of his "Type-two" repeating crossbow before taking another shot at the oncoming attackers; his bolt struck through the boiled leather jerkin of an oncoming levy, pinning the man to the wooden ladder he was attempting to raise.

Right after doing so, a crude javelin was hurled from below and glanced off his munitions-grade pauldrons; if it were just a few inches higher, it would have scratched the paint job.

Ragnar quickly took cover behind the crenellations as he began to cycle the magazine again.