[center][color=darkgreen][h3]Linkle[/h3][/color]

[color=darkgreen][b] Level 4[/b][/color] - (13/40)

[color=darkgreen][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Open Road

[color=darkgreen][b]Word Count:  [/b][/color][/center]

[@Lugubrious][@Dawnrider][@Stekkmen]
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Linkle was going to finish up by delivering a fiery kick right to the wizards face. She was going to, but she didn't because the man dropped. Fell eighth to his knees after just a single barrage. That wasn't all either. He had pulled back to throw one of those swords of his and then just hadn't. He stopped, even before the arrows hit him. So instead she just landed a shot ways away from him, bows pointed.

He hadn't been beaten. He'd given up.

Was this some kind of trick? Guys like this didn't go down that easy, it just didn't happen. Even if you took everything they had and wiped out all their troops they were supposed to fight to the last. She didn't like it. 

"You're giving up?" She asked, confused. "You looked giant Agoston in the face and shouted 'bring it,' but now you're giving up? What's your deal?"

She didn't like it. It just didn't feel right attacking a guy that wasn't fighting back, even if he was a dark wizard. It wasn't heroic.