[center][h3]Zarif[/h3][/center]
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[indent][indent]Still feeling high on life, having gained a strange feeling of relief and accomplishment from his previous bout, and putting Makeen's failed attempted [i]robbery[/i] out of his mind, Zarif and Salador trotted down the central street of the town, quickly overtaking his band of allies. He half cringed, half grinned, watching Lyun, as that mountain of a man took a spear man's head clean off in a single sweep, and near took another on that same backswing. [i]We are of the fortunate, that one is on our side.[/i]

Beside the brute stood an odd looking fellow, wielding an even stranger blade. In all his travels cross the world, Zarif had never once seen a weapon so strange as this. The blade was a nasty one, with strange barbs along one side and a bizarre wicked curve to it. It seemed... a bit unwieldy, if truth be told. The fighting man holding it held himself with a strange air of confidence and agression... or was that just foolish arrogance.

[b]Zarif:[/b] Well friend, let us test this one

With that, and a light kick, the pair charged forwards, and the quartermaster raised his bow, notching an arrow. With practiced grace, just as they got in range, he let the shaft fly. It seemed to hover in the air as it thundered towards the savage swordsman; flying, flying and... took him right between the eyes. 

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, the swordsman standing there still, his sword half raised in brutal intension towards Lyun's back. A whole 5 seconds passed, as Zarif and Salador rode past, before the swordsman finally seemed to realize he'd died. With a bizzard half-screech, he fell unceremoniously to the ground, the arrow being driven deeper through his skull as his face slammed into the cobbles below with a wet [i]plop[/i], as his odd sword slid along the dirt.

The foreigner couldn't help but snort at how funny it was. One second so arrogant, the next flopped onto the ground, dead. What an idiot!

[center][sub][i]Zarif moves to 17-8 and attacks the Mercenary Am-Zikar, scoring a critical hit, killing him, and earning 36xp. He then moves to 17-7. [/i][/sub][/center][/indent][/indent]


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