[center][h1][color=92278f]Kesal Sajorren[/color][/h1][/center]

Touching at his wound, Kesal frowned and winced a little. The bandit's attack had fortunately not struck anywhere vital, and there was little cause for concern, but it still stung a little. The real damage he had sustained was to his pride, sullied by not just one, but two instances of considerable embarrassment brought on in this particular encounter. To say that he was irate would be an understatement. When Gascon had managed to knock the whelp down, Kesal decided to finish them off. Drawing the blade back, the alchemist shoved the longsword into the dying bandit's torso. He must have driven the blade in quite far - a bit of a needless act on his end, but he wanted to make sure the brigand was very much dead before he could enact the next part of his plan.

Trodding over the now considerably more dead bandit, Kesal took care to make sure that he didn't make the same mistake Gascon had, focusing his footsteps as he stepped forwards, reaching the end of the cart. His eyes set upon the cloaked figure, who had just begun burning down the barn...

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Standard action to attack and kill the dying bandit, with a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/13604]9[/url] to hit and dealing [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/13605]10[/url] damage.
Moved to the other side of the wagon, passing acrobatics save to avoid slipping on grease with a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/13606]16[/url].
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