So this fatty was faster than she thought. He was still pretty weak. On a scale of one-to-ten, his punches were about a three. Stronger than most men, but not even average compared to some of the other monsters she's fought in the past. Between the punches Sheolred reached out to hoist the man up by his belt before delivering a swift, spike-studded knee right into his manhood. This was followed by a rough shove meant to knock him down, and once he was prone Sheolred would hammer her club into his body as if she was mining ore; repeatedly with strong blows aimed towards anything not broken into pieces.

When Bart mentioned the guards Sheolred just scoffed. [color=ed1c24]"They should bring painters! This whole place is going to be bloody red when I'm done!"[/color] Sheolred said as she hefted her club overhead to smash the bandit. She decided to aim for his knee first.

[@PaulHaynek]