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[color=8a0303][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[color=8a0303][b]Location:[/b][/color] Port Vanarosa
[color=8a0303][b]Mention(s):[/b][/color] Tanithil [@Lava Alckon], Ismael [@Th3King0fChaos], Amisra [@Tae]
[color=8a0303][b]Interaction(s):[/b][/color] Fairy thug [@princess]
[hider=Equipment] Two [url=https://i.imgur.com/2JKnP1O.png]short swords[/url], two (concealed) [url=https://i.imgur.com/25iypLP.jpg]daggers[/url], two [url=https://i.imgur.com/7wXI3ik.jpg]pistols[/url], 445 amas.[/hider]
[/cell][/row][/table][indent]Arlen's pupils widened with the adrenaline, a combative eagerness colouring his expression as he realized he’d badly wounded the fairy. However, the desire to finish his enemy off quickly made him impatient; too fast, and reckless. 

Meanwhile, the blonde’s determination focused his frenzied energy. The fairy struck swiftly; once, twice. The first strike, Arlen blocked, if only partially; it earned him a gash on his upper arm. His right drooped due to the sudden sharp pain, and the fairy took advantage, quickly slicing at his wrist and making him drop one dagger.

He still had the other dagger however, and even though his opponent was now aiming for his neck, Arlen was faster. He utilized his injured right arm to smack the blonde in his injured stomach. The fairly let out a sharp cry, and in that second, Arlen brought his left dagger up into a horizontal slash right across the blonde’s neck. The fairy’s grimace of pain transformed into surprise – then remained frozen that way forever as his life was taken away from him.

Neck sliced, blood gushing out, the fairy’s body dropped to the ground, head mercifully not fully detached. Arlen breathed harshly, chest heaving up and down, snarl stretching his lips. It took him a moment to calm down. Then, he sheathed his dagger, crouched down to grab the one which had fallen, and stashed that one too.

While he was resting on his knee, he turned to the dead fairy. Though he was yet inflamed from the encounter, and the injuries he had been dealt, Arlen offered the unknown man the respect to close his lids. [color=af002a]“If ya wasn’t such a fuckin’ idiot we could’a had other kinds of fun…”[/color] he ground out in a low, angry growl.

Exhaling sharply, he stood up, and went to the edge of the roof to check how his allies were doing. If they needed help, he could still lend them aid by shooting at any of the remaining opponents.

[hider=TLDR]Rushes the fairy, suffers one gash across the upper right arm and a slice across his wrist due to it. Flails his injured right to smack the fairy in the injured stomach. This startles the fairy, Arlen then slices across his neck. Has some parting words to the dead man, then edges across the roof to go check on his allies; ready to shoot if they need help.[/hider][/indent][/color]