[H3][i] thunk! [/i][/h3] 

The crossbow bolt sinks into Aleksander's shoulder, then promptly gets ripped out by the scrappy hooligan. 

[i][color=fff79a]"aaaagghhhh"
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"Fuck the gods, that hurt"[/color][/i]

Just then the thin brown man, Salim, cut him loose. 

"You are greatly indebted to me,"
[i][color=fff79a]"Aye, that I am. Follow behind me, and maybe we both make it out of here."[/color][/i]

Aleksander took off his burlap sackcloth, his makeshift cloths, exposing his muscular, if not also husky build. This action was not without purpose, for the lone guard was almost upon them, and had in his hand a mid-length blade, some sort of falchion or messer. 

Aleksander charged the guard, and just as he anticipated, the guard came down with an overhand swing only to get entangled with the burlap cloth in his target's hands. Aleksander countered with a vicious headbutt, staggering the guard, Aleksander however, retained the blade.