Since he was sitting rather far from the camp's center, Adamar was attacked last. A bloodcurdling war cry broke his reading, and he looked up to see a lowly bandit charging him with their sword brandished high over-head. In only a few moments, the bandit was upon him, and in a flash of steel, the blade was embedded into Adamar's chest.

Adamar looked down at the sword in his torso, and then slowly rose to his feet. [color=a187be][i]"Hm, that woman did say that those who attack me are legally giving up their lives."[/i][/color] An expression of confusion and fear washed over the thug's face as Adamar gripped the sword by its blade and pulled it out of himself. His strength ripped the weapon from his assailant's hand and tossed it onto the ground. [color=a187be][i]"To be honest, I'm not upset about being stabbed. What bothers me is your audacity to interrupt my studies. On the bright side, you might have some other uses."[/i][/color]

His hand began to glow a faint black radiance as he reached forward. The ghostly glow began to pull itself from his gauze wrapped hand and floated towards the bandit, entering his eyes and mouth. The man's screams of terror and pain could be heard across the battlefield as the spell [color=662d91][b]Enervation[/b][/color] tore his life force to shreds. After a few moments, his cries turned into dry moans, and then eventually nothingness as his corpse limply fell to the dirt below him.


Instead of raising the fallen bandit right then and there, Adamar looked up towards the campfire. There were still a few attackers engaging the troop. He began another incantation as he walked towards the camp.