Deravan looked at Miles as he went to heal his wounds. He looked at him, giving a small smile.
"Thank....you..." he said before getting up, and then going towards the thief.... who was busy getting knocked away by Dorisma. What happen next was rather gruesome. Deravan moved forwards, his blade up.
"No one will save you now from your judgement.... thief..." he then said, before the thief yelled something out. "This isn't fair OR balanced! I WAS SUPPOSED TO WIN!" he said before the blade plunged straight into the heart of the thief, killing him instantly from the strike, blood spewing around the place a bit as the thief fell on the floor as Deravan took his blade out, dead, a pool of blood forming bellow him.
"That.... is what they get for attacking us at night...." he said, annoyed right now, shivering.
"And that pain I got.... god.... that... that felt awful." he said, shivering from all this.