The fight was won, but was it really a victory, Safira wondered staring grimly at Bernie's burned body. She sighed, her posture diminishing a bit from the overbearing, intimidating presence she'd had during the scuffle. Her gaze flickered to the surviving brothers. [i]Better tie them up.[/i] Safira thought, detaching the rope from the side of her backpack.

	"Okay, boys, let me see some hands." She indicated to the men to offer their hands to be tied up. As they obeyed without arguing she managed to bind their wrists and then tie the two of them together and leave enough rope for a lead of sorts. The huntress then proceeded to patting the two brigands down for any hidden weapons. She'd seen them throw knives at Warren. Her face transformed into a stony mask for a second, remembering them attacking the defensless bound man who was only trying to help the little girl. "Some men you are!" She muttered under her breath while rummaging through their clothes. [i]I guess they're out of knives.[/i] She thought upon finding nothing. "Okay, then." Safira said as she took the two scimitars off the ground where the Barnaby Brothers had thrown them in surrender. "Let's have it, boys." She urged, strapping the two extra scimitars to her back. "Spill!" The blood huntress stared the two tied man down.

	As she waited for her reply Safira began taking stock of herself. The battle rage seeping away from her body she was starting to feel the effects of her wounds. She'd taken a few crosbow bolts to various parts of her body and some slashes as well. The huntress was starting to feel a bit woozy, but she wasn't about to show that in front of the captives. Her eyes once again fell on Bernies burned remains, her face grim and sad at the same time. She'd almost killed him in a savage rage she sometimes had trouble controlling. [i]But you managed this time![/i] Her inner voice supplied. [i]With time and practice you can overcome the dark teachings, the bloodlust, the hunger for pain. Yours and theirs![/i] Safira gripped the hilt of her scimitar until her knuckles turned white with the effort. She had succeeded in holding in her dark urges! She'd won over herself. And that [b]was[/b] a victory. [i]Even if a small one.[/i] The huntress thought as she released her Crimson Rite and the lightning energy dissipated from the blade.

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