(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

the momentum of their attacks carry them, and an axe smashed down my
shoulder, shattering my clavicle and leaving a deep furrow from back to
chest. Another spear, catching me lower, in the kidneys, as the soldier
doubled over in pain.
Those three wounds were enough to kill the less seasoned slavers, leaving
only Skatch on his knees, blood spilling from his mouth.
"What the Hells are you?!" he gurgled.
I said nothing, too busy tugging the spears from my guts to bother
answering. I snarled as I twisted the one higher up... damn thing had a head
that caught between two ribs.
Unable to attack me, Skatch twisted around, lunging desperately at the girl,
his knife drawn. It was the flailing of a bitter man bent on destroying what
he couldn't have.
Karach rang against armor and bone, and Skatch's head fell to the ground.
His body swayed and fell over it, blood still spurting from the stump of his
neck. Dak'kon's eyes were cold as he wiped his blade. He had no love for
slavers.
This woman could only stare at us. "You've saved me... thank you so much! I
would be dead or worse without you..." She opened her arms and moved to
embrace me.
My wounds were already beginning to knit shut, but I grunted as she
squeezed tightly; her cheek, wet with tears, pressed against my chest. After
a time, she stepped back and looked up at me, smiling. "I must leave... but
let me say 'thank you.' I shall not forget your kindness."
Annah rolled her eyes and gave a sour "Hpmh."
I nodded simply, spitting out a wad of blood and saliva, sucking the iron tang
of it from my tongue before spitting again.
She flinched slightly, and gently stepped over the bodies. She gave a slightly
distraught, nervous smile. "Uh... farewell, stranger, and thank you.“
"Sure. Farewell," I grunted.
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