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Smooth Criminals [P]; Private - Trapper
Topic Started: Thu Sep 20, 2012 8:02 pm (496 Views)
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The pincer movement was a complete and bloody success. The Wraith enforcers simply had nowhere to run. One or two of them managed to force their way through doorways and escape, but the rest were killed without hesitation or mercy. Simmon stayed where the fighting was thickest, lashing out with his bludgeons at anyone that drew within range. He fought without any eloquence or grace, simply attacking any opening that presented itself without hesitation. Yurim's men seemed fairly competent as well, making a good showing of themselves. At least they managed to kill more men than they lost, which was always a preferable trait in your subordinates.

When the brawl ended he was barely breathing hard. His weapons were coated in viscera and gore, and his clothes were splattered with bright dots of blood. There was a gash across one shoulder that had torn through his shirt, but it had failed to penetrate the mithril chainmail underneath. "There we go. Problem taken care of." He knelt down and wiped the blood off of his weapons on the clothes of one of their fallen foes. "A cup of tea sounds great. I'm lookin' forward to doin' buisness with you, Mr. Shadewalker."
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