Barrats reached for his bow but in two strides the thief reached him, swiping his blade in a wide arc that opened the high-blood's neck, slicing the weapon in half and shortening his headdress with one cut. There was a soft clatter as Barrat's bow dropped to the ground, followed by a thump as his body joined it. He twitched and gurgled, his blood blotted by the sand. Without taking his eyes from Fel and Roals, who bleeding profusely now, limping, and out of breath, the attacker dropped to one knee and drove his blade into him, silencing him.