Strangely, these humans had no concept of the word 'surrender.' Just as well, we continued slashing and pecking at the rest of them, knowing retreat isn't an option. All we had now was a ranger and a healer, no more warrior or black mage. Both survivors were determined to fight on 'till death, and so did we when they declared their intentions with a sword. Barely any time had passed between us killing those humans and dodging their attacks, but it felt like a grievously long time since we started the fight. Either way, Robert swiftly moved in and tried to slash at the ranger, while our thief also attempted to steal an arrow or two from the ranger. That failed quite miserably, and anything we had dealt to the ranger was quickly negated by the damn healer. Our... shinobi? Ninja? Well, whatever foreign warrior noticed this and tried to stab at the healer, though the coward jumped and barely got away.

Time to finish this, or else things would likely get messier. After one of my darts reappeared in my hand like it had just phased through space and left a purple afterglow, I took another dart and aimed carefully at the healer. He seemed more worried about himself than the ranger at this point, Deravan slashing several times but missing the finishing blow. My best response to that was tossing another dart, this one without any particular glow or velocity to my disappointment. Even more disappointing was that it just seemed to jab him in his shoulder, before reappearing in my hand like I never threw it. Well, I probably shouldn't have thrown it in the first place. He covered his wound but seemingly ignored it, straightening his face while I was thinking that black mage was too old for life anyway. Well, supposedly better than doing nothing, but it didn't help that I still looked like a fool afterwards.