[h2][center]Kuur Salcair - Slaying the Remains[/center][/h2]

The dark-skinned woman darted forward with the agility of a leopard at the sound of metal clashing on metal and rolled past Lilith and Sanguin's melee. She came up with an arrow already laid against her bow's oiled string and aimed at the fleeing bandits.

The arrow whistled as it shot past Lilith's head and buried itself inside one of men's neck, causing the swordsman to spasm involuntarily and collapse. Another two arrows followed moments later, both finding their marks inside soft flesh of the remaining man, easily penetrating what had already scorched by the Mire curse. As the last one of the looters fell, the archer smirked. "...Easy."

[h2][center]Nickolas Rienbach - West Road Town[/center][/h2]

Nickolas grimaced, glancing down at the shaft of the single arrow that had the luck to fly over the heavily armored defensive line. It had penetrated his already wounded leg, leaving only three inches of the shaft and a feathered tail producing outside of his flesh. 

[i]Perhaps the universe just didn't want him to walk on that leg for a while.[/i]

Dismissing the pessimistic thoughts with a shake of his head, Nickolas put on his best smile and glanced around for the thieves he'd been told to take care of. The healing could come later. Noting their demises at the hands of the capable womanfolk, he instead turned to the cavalier. "Sir Jakobe. It appears that our final task has taken care of itself. We should move with Sir Hugh on the perpetrator of this raid."