[table][row][i][b][color=a0410d]Trace Retloth[/color][/b]
Inside the Fort[/i][/row][cell]

The attack landed, but it wasn't enough.  Trace knew that this enemy was done for.  But, an enemy facing death could suddenly do things that were unpredictable.  Many people, even veterans of many battles, had died due to underestimating a person in such a position.  He would not make that mistake.

As soon as he withdrew his lance from his attempt on the armored bandit's underarm, he shifted his position toward the enemy's other side while staying behind him.  Then, just as he was about to move, a familiar spell began to take shape.  Artemisia and her group had come this far at last.  Heavy armor meant an inability to easily manage magical attacks.  The bandit's moment of realization was an opportunity for Trace's lance as well.  He crouched low and struck hard for the upper portion of the inner thigh of the bandit's far leg and the large blood vessel housed there.

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[cell][img]https://i.imgur.com/QzyCrZx.jpg[/img]
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Status: [color=lawngreen]Lightly Injured[/color]
[/center][u]Class[/u]: Recruit
[u]Inventory[/u]:[list][*]Iron Lance 2/3
[*]Vulnerary 3/3
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Exp:85
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