[b]Faris 
[/b]
She spat to the side, looking down on the newly formed corpses of the bandits. They never ceased to disgust her, even in their brutal deaths. [b]"Killing 'em is easy, axeman. The rest of the bandit scum will probably be either dead or runnin' scared."[/b]

The ginger woman gave a lopsided grin, bending over to grasp the dirty shirt of one of the slain bandits. She began to clean her blade, the blood soaking inside of the fabric. [b]"We just need to meet up with the people in the front part of the town."[/b]

[b]Duraid and the Routed Rest of the Bandits[/b]

The berseker didn't die as quickly as he should have, the gurgling wheeze and baleful light in his eye lasting long after the spear had perforated his skull. Hatred burned on every breath that didn't come, the blood leaking out sluggish and unnaturally dark. 

Duraid, however, ignored the madman's life force as he stepped over the corpse to reach Alice, barely noting the strangely armored man who had attacked him earlier. The hulking giant chose to ignore Hark's complaints before he carefully asked Alice a question of his own, the hissing of breath barely noticeable from inside the uncaring helmet. 

[b]"Can you stand?"[/b]

He proffered a massive hand, carefully keeping his other hand on his axe.