"This village is mine."
A brief moment of overconfidence costs you a deep cut on your left arm (-7 hp). The knight must have decided that he won't be beaten by a peasant with a stick.
You are no peasant though, and you're quick to show him: you feint an attack from the left to make him move his sword, and then you strike with decision from above. The knight's legs waver under the violence of your blow.
The disarmed knight jumps from his horse on top of the tribesman, and the two start wrestiling on the ground, while the farmer recovers from the previous blow.
Behind him four knights charges towards you but are stopped by a squad of northern woodsmen that jump upon them from a roof, their axes gleaming, and their powerful bodies covered in tattoos of honor.
At your left, the female knight hurls a black knife at the priest, catching him on his shoulder near the heart, a serious wound. The thurge, though writhing in pain, clutches a crystal he wears hanging around his neck, and as it starts glowing you hear him murmuring at first softly, then more and more aloud something in a language you don't understand. The knights screams, in pain or in terror you can't say, and runs away from the village.
The noises of fight are getting stronger, as if the battle spread all around the village.