Garsin left his town after burrying the bodies and resupplying. His rifle was severely damaged and unusable so he discarded it. He was still seriously injured but there was nothing he could do about it here. He made his way to the closest town only to find out that the bandits were attacking here as well."[i]What has these bandits so riled up lately?[/i]" he wondered.

He took cover close to the wall of Aurora's End. It seemed most the bandits were inside. Garsin could still feel the rage inside of him from fighting the bandits last night, an dhe decided to go into the thick of it. Garsin came out of cover, pistol drawn and keeping his shots slow and steady, not missing his mark so that every bullet counted. Two shots fired, two bandits fell. "[i]Ten bullets left,[/i]" he mentally counted. Garsin ducked into cover just in time to avoid their retaliation. He then moved on to fight the bandits in close quarters using his sword as much as possible. He could feel his own wounds reopening, but he shook them off for now.

Garsin was still in full armor, albeit damaged, but still functional. One bandit was stunned as Garsin walked toward him, bloody sword in hand. When the bandit raised his gun, Garsin backhanded it to the side and ran the blade straight through the man's neck, then kicked him off his blade. It was the last man he killed before his wounds got the better of him. He overextended his bodies abilities and his wounds, new and old, were too great to bare. He tried to move forward, but his legs failed him as he fell forward. he was out of ammo, and out of energy.

By coincidence he fell in front of [i]The Pumphouse[/i].