Refuse?
From Create Your Own Story
You look at the tax collector like he is a dumbass. "Uh...fuck you."
A ripple of laughter passes through the crowd. The tax collector looks as though he is about to have a stroke, face beat red and veins pulsing. "I said come here!" he shouts at you.
You simply lift a particular middle finger at him in response.
"Guards!" the tax collector shouts, looking down off the platform to men you can't see. "Seize the whelp!"
People began to get pushed and shoved out of the way as two large men in hard leather armor forced their way through the crowd, drawing their swords. The crowd of people around you moves away, leaving you exposed. You prepare you farming hoe, ready for a fight. One of the two men brings his sword above his head, going for a killing power stroke. You bring the wooden handle of your farming hoe up to block the attack.
The metal of the blade passes through the wooden handle without pause. With a straight kick to your chest the man knocks you on your ass. He and his partner grab you under the arms and drag you forward to the wooden platform on which the tax collector stands.
"This man," the tax collector shouts, "is going to be your example! Watch and see what happens to those who disappoint the king!"
You are brought up onto the platform and forced to kneel. One of the men lifts his sword, poised to take your head off.
You hear the snap hiss of an arrow leaving a bow, with the wet thump of an impact a second later. The man who's sword was raised falls to the ground. You look over and see the back end of an arrow sticking out of his face, the head protruding from the other side. You glance up at the dead man's partner, who is dumbly scanning the crowd to spot the shooter.
You take the opportunity to take up the fallen sword and plunge the steel into the man's gut at an upward angle. He shouts in pain and surprise, eyes going, mouth hanging open. As you stand, you drive inch after inch of the blade further and further up into the man's chest, the blade passing through his gut first.
The tax collector screams and runs away, attempting to push his way through the crowd in the direction of the castle. The gathered peasantry, however, has different plans for him. A mob of peasants jump him, dragging him to the ground and beating him savagely.
The crowd cheers at the deaths of the king's men. Now completely on your feet, you pick up the other sword and look out at the crowd.
They all look at you expectantly.
