[color=14cedb][u][b][center][h3]Brennen Garron[/h3][/center][/b][/u]

	Brennen frowned back at the cleric "too tough? I was just trying to minimize casualties. Don't want any needless deaths." Brennen commented as he lit his sword aflame and chucked it at the furthest scarecrow. After pulling out his other short sword, he charges another while charging fire into his off-hand, feigning to the left, but pulling off to the right, faking out the scarecrow and slashing it into pieces and shooting off the fire towards the third scarecrow. Running past the other two, he grabs his other short sword and turns back to where the other two scarecrows are, holding a sword in each hand. 
	Brennen stops when he sees a pile of ashes in the distance. "Wow, cleric, you can really cause some damage." The last two scarecrows turn to Brennen and start at him. "Come on, ya lumps of firewood. I'll take both of you on." He stands, waiting for the scarecrows to get close enough to him. Once both in range, he strikes at both of them, getting blocked by one. [i]Ooh, feisty. Heh, this might be a little fun[/i] he thinks as he reposts to the blocker with a stab at the arm. He has a short back-and-forth with both of scarecrows, and after about 15 seconds of pure Brennen-style joy, he finally believes it's been long enough and finishes them both off with a slice to each of their legs and an overhead cut to each of the connections between the head-sack and the body. Once finished, he returns to the villagers.
	"All of you did well and acted bravely. I'd like to thank all of you for helping. You all could make amazing warriors. I'll buy each of you a round at the tavern, if you so choose to drink." Brennen smiles at all of them, then turns to Adrial, giving the cleric a thumbs up after sheathing his weapons.[/color]