'Tace' is taken aback by the ease with which the shortsword pierces the bandits heart. He is so distracted that the dagger throw he planned went well and truly wrong, almost hitting the Sergeant. When did my flight reflex turn to fight anyway.
Over the now prone form of the bandit he killed he sees the Sergeant take the front foot against one of the other bandits, and in a whirling dance of steel drops the man with ease. Him I expect it from, but I killed a man, and it was so...easy.
And then the Lieutenant's strong authoritative voice cuts through his introspection and he begins to move, sheathing his short sword and reaching down to pick up the crossbow the dead bandit so recently clutched. He quickly loads it and trains it on the now fleeing bandits, moving to the one sneaking towards the tents as his foot crunches on some leaves or twigs.
And then it is over, and he is left to look down upon the man he killed. But surely it is not the first man Tace Peite killed. Tace was the last person he had witnessed die, but that had been an accident, not of his doing. I can't focus on this right now.
He takes a deep breath even as the Sergeant races for the tent. Yes, a captive, someone who might have answers. A distraction.
He wanders across to look down on the form of the bandit slowly bleeding out, waiting to see if the Sergeant can indeed save him. Blood drips down his own arm from the crossbow bolt that tagged him, but he is too numb to notice. He doesn't even trust his voice not to betray him right now, and so he remains quiet.
'Tace' is taken aback by the ease with which the shortsword pierces the bandits heart. He is so distracted that the dagger throw he planned went well and truly wrong, almost hitting the Sergeant. When did my flight reflex turn to fight anyway.
Over the now prone form of the bandit he killed he sees the Sergeant take the front foot against one of the other bandits, and in a whirling dance of steel drops the man with ease. Him I expect it from, but I killed a man, and it was so...easy.
And then the Lieutenant's strong authoritative voice cuts through his introspection and he begins to move, sheathing his short sword and reaching down to pick up the crossbow the dead bandit so recently clutched. He quickly loads it and trains it on the now fleeing bandits, moving to the one sneaking towards the tents as his foot crunches on some leaves or twigs.
And then it is over, and he is left to look down upon the man he killed. But surely it is not the first man Tace Peite killed. Tace was the last person he had witnessed die, but that had been an accident, not of his doing. I can't focus on this right now.
He takes a deep breath even as the Sergeant races for the tent. Yes, a captive, someone who might have answers. A distraction.
He wanders across to look down on the form of the bandit slowly bleeding out, waiting to see if the Sergeant can indeed save him. Blood drips down his own arm from the crossbow bolt that tagged him, but he is too numb to notice. He doesn't even trust his voice not to betray him right now, and so he remains quiet.
Keep it together...