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	If looks could kill, the driver would be the first to actually die among the gang that failed to mug you and Aika. While their companions lie writhing or out-cold in the snow, you flipped your knife around to aim the point directly at this fool who thought that all could be cleared up with words. [color=95A5A6]"You're out of your mind if you think you're off the hook,"[/color] you sneered at them as you stepped closer. As you passed Aika, her eyes widened in realization. She reached out to place a hand on your shoulder, but doing so would touch your injured side. That moment of hesitation from her was enough for you to clear the gap between her and the wagon itself, at the verbal detesting of both her and the driver.

	[color=7ea7d8]"Um- Verity- I think we've made our point-"[/color]

	[color=D8CDC2]"Yes, yes!"[/color] The driver, clearly shaking now, shrunk further away from you. [color=D8CDC2]"You're clearly as reasonable as your friend, aren't you?"[/color]

	Sure, you felt what you were about to do was reasonable, even if it wasn't for the reasons the driver liked. However, the moment you grabbed onto the wagon to climb aboard, a fearful [color=D8CDC2]"Ahh!"[/color] was quickly followed by a flick of the driver's wrists, causing the surprisingly well-behaved horse to finally spring into action. Your body lurched to the side as you hung onto the wagon, the sound of Aika shouting your name quickly receding from the speeding caravan. Taking a moment to look back, the spell-sword was off in a sprint, trying her best to follow you and the driver back towards the village you had passed earlier in the day. In the broad and cloudless daylight, you figured she'd have an easy time catching up as you turned your attention back to your new target.

	With one arm still quite injured and a dagger in your good hand, it took more time and effort than you'd have liked to pull yourself into the seating of the caravan, especially with the bumps in the road aiding the driver's attempts to jostle you off the side. Eventually you managed your way onboard though, and wasted no further time closing in. A slice from your weapon was ducked at first by the driver, who  then risked some control of the horse to raise a hand before you. Unfortunately, with a sitting posture and a wagon to drive, they had little room to evade you forever. You found your mark, sinking your knife into the flailing arm of the driver, and took their pained recoil as a perfect chance to end this fight quickly. As quickly as you stabbed down, you pulled back up and used your looming posture to grab and shove the driver off the other side, though with only one good arm to push with, you were unable to stop yourself from falling as well.

	A chill surrounded you as you tumbled through the thicker snow on the side of the road. The sounds of the carriage's creaking wheels and the horse's stamping feet continued down the road as you and the driver struggled against each other on the ground. By the time Aika finally caught up, she arrived to see you sitting on top of the driver, your victim beaten near senseless and bleeding from a few more cuts. [color=7ea7d8]"Verity!"[/color] she shouted once more as she doubled over on the road, catching her breath. Her voice alone wasn't enough to stop you though, as you lifted your dagger over your head. The only other sound now was the meager and terrified stammering of the driver.

	[color=D8CDC2]"M-m-mercy, p-please!"[/color]

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	• Kill the driver.

	• Knock the driver unconscious.

	• Spare the driver and stand up.
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