+ with things he had thought were laid to rest.
Brash nodded, pulling his hood back up. “You go see who it is, I’ll cover you.” He offered.
Once Tarkith had moved forward, Brash turned and climbed into the canopy of the trees.
Brash nodded, pulling his hood back up. “You go see who it is, I’ll cover you.” He offered.
Once Tarkith had moved forward, Brash turned and climbed into the canopy of the trees.
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''Ey! No sudden moves, right? Let's get that coinpurse, nice'n easy...'
Tarkith just sigh. He doesn't even have his bow out yet.
"What you're not gonna wanna do is... this.
One that won't get ya killed by old men who've seen enough shit to clear five [kids] without sweatin'."
There's a lingering silence between them,
Even a blind man could see in Tarkith’s confidence that he would not be defeated, not without cost.+
Then a figure dropped, the glint of two blades catching in the light that snaked through the canopy above. The youngest of the group caught the blades in his back, a gasp +
Brash leapt, pushing off of the man’s falling corpse as he grabbed onto another man, slicing his throat and spraying crimson forward and onto the back of his friend who turned, hollering in surprise. +