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I weaved out from my engagement with the axeman, and focusing my gaze on the far archer I surged towards my target. His arrow went wild over my head in his panic, and he dropped his bow to try to draw his sword. It was a useless gesture, as my blade parted him from this world before he could complete the motion. The two halves of his body plopped onto the ground with a satisfying squelch, and I admired the pool of blood that seeped out around him. ''There will be time for that later...for now...'' '''+4 health'''.

As if he had sensed my thoughts the axeman behind me swing at my unprotected back. I dove forward, and his swing only clipped the edge of my back. '''-1 health'''. I weaved back around, and as I brought my sword up to block his backswing I stepped into his battle stance. With a stab to the chest I ended his life. '''+4 health'''.

Blood stained my clothes, and a distant part of me, the part that bothered with appearances, was deeply disgusted. But not enough of me cared as I dined upon their remains.

''It's been so long since I've tasted the sweet tang of blood. Though these sour men were no fine course meal, they would do quite nicely.''

'''You are healed back to full health.'''

'''You have gained 40 xp and 6 Gold for killing the bandits.'''

''Now, the question is, what do I do now?'' The hour was growing late, and already the sun was starting to set.

*[[Press on along the road]]
*[[Find a place to make camp]]

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[[Category: Scars of Nimon]]

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Jidaelle: Created page with 'I weaved out from my engagement with the axeman, and focusing my gaze on the far archer I surged towards my target. His arrow went wild over my head in his panic, and he dropped …'