"Aye, that I did. Even though I think it's the blade that made it possible, not the inner strength." Brogan grinned back at the Bard, while looking around. He saw one last and lonely agent, looking around as everyone of his companions were dead. Brogan didn't waste time pondering about their own casualties and dashed towards the agent, which at that second was looking away from him. "An easy kill." Brogan thought, but to his disappointment, the agent noticed him early enough to dodge his lunge. He spun around and faced the agent head on, yet he was at a big advantage. Anyone could have ran up to the agent and killed him easily, so the agent kept looking around, while still trying to keep his focus on him. 

Brogan took out the small glass container, which contained the little amount of poison he had made. He was thinking of just pouring it on the blade, to mock the agent, but he decided not to and put it away. At this point, the agent grew impatient and now was the one to engage into the fight. Brogan decided to play a little bit with him and stayed on defense all the time, dodging and blocking the hits from the mace, but suddenly, he felt pain in his back, which threw him off balance and made the agent successfully land a hit on the shoulder with the mace. It stung and Brogan fell backwards. From how everything felt, he knew that the hit did not actually break his clavicle or shoulder, but the muscles there took a toll. At this point, he decided to stop playing and just threw the vial of poison at the agent, distracting him for a mere second, which was just what Brogan needed. He pierced the katana through his abdomen, out the neck. It was a fatal blow and as Brogan took off the sword the body of the agent fell down, lifeless.

The pain in the shoulder was actually bearable, it did not do any major damage, but it would feel sore for a few days to come. He didn't notice any wounds in the flesh either, but the pain he felt in his back didn't feel too assuring. Nevertheless, he made his own neck crack and looked at the bard. "How many have you killed? Two? You seem to be stronger than I first thought. Even though I think there might be something wrong with your head, would be good to check that." he chuckled to himself and sat down on the ground to catch a breath, until the Hero would come over and tell them what to do.