Braden brought his sword down on the first one, then kicked the second because he couldn't re-position his sword quickly enough. "Just one arrow per pheasant!" he called back. "My sword can finish them after that!" He took a peck and returned a sword stroke to finish his first pheasant. The second one pecked at his legs, so he kicked it again. It didn't do much damage, but it was a convenient way to give himself some space. He crouched as he brought his sword around low. "Fury!" It felt like his arms were being pulled by the blade as it cut three times through the pheasant's body. He tipped forward, his balance totally lost, and landed on his hands and knees. He settled back to sit on his heels, letting his arms hang limp. He was tired, that much was for sure. Swinging a sword around was a lot more weight than he had planned on.

But he didn't have time to rest. Daeris was pulling the next pheasants and he needed to be there to finish them. Braden pulled himself to his feet and lifted his sword once again.
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[100 gold, 30 exp, Fowl sword Lv3 - Unique]
A golden glow wrapped around Braden's sword and then burst like a firecracker, announcing he had reached level 4. The pheasants had taken longer than he would've liked.

"This game has a weird sense of humor," Braden commented sitting on the edge of the fountain. He dipped his hands into the cool water and splashed it over his face, basking in the wonderfully refreshing feeling it gave. "Tunnel snakes are past where we were before. Let's split before the Watch notices me." Even though he said that, Braden didn't stand up. His arms were fatigued, so he was happy to leave his sword sheathed and his sore limbs dangling.