As soon as Desmond waved their way, S'demyx stood from his crouched position and sprinted over to them as quietly as possible. His grin never faded as he cast his eyes between the two Hyurs.
"Watch as I paint the field red!" He all but yelled, letting out a ferocious roar, like that of a lion, before charging down towards the bandit's camp.Â
The sound of men rustling from their tents and bedrolls were tuned out to the barbaric man. Blood pumping in his ears, everything was silent to him but the whir of his axe as a bandit groggily rose from his tent; weapon in hand to seek out the commotion.Â
S'demyx didn't give him a moment's chance, immediately raising his axe high above his head. The outlaw turned around, eyes widened in surprise. He moved to lift his sword up, but it was too late. The axe cleaved through the junction where his neck met his shoulder, splitting the bone and muscles half way down his chest.Â
The Miqo'te pulled his hefty weapon back, a sickening crunch of bone and tendons could be heard as he did. The man dropped to the floor, blood squirting onto the sand. His tent mate came next and was, unfortunately due to his sleepy haze, quickly next to die. A powerful swing of an axe, and his head went rolling to the ground with a stomach-turning squelch.Â
Blood squirted onto S'demyx's face, though he cared not. He turned, quickly moving to take out as many bandits as he could before they swarmed upon him; awoken and ready to fight.
Attention was indeed upon him, giving his allies time to quickly join the battle and give the bandits a deadly surprise before they overwhelmed the tribal male.
"Watch as I paint the field red!" He all but yelled, letting out a ferocious roar, like that of a lion, before charging down towards the bandit's camp.Â
The sound of men rustling from their tents and bedrolls were tuned out to the barbaric man. Blood pumping in his ears, everything was silent to him but the whir of his axe as a bandit groggily rose from his tent; weapon in hand to seek out the commotion.Â
S'demyx didn't give him a moment's chance, immediately raising his axe high above his head. The outlaw turned around, eyes widened in surprise. He moved to lift his sword up, but it was too late. The axe cleaved through the junction where his neck met his shoulder, splitting the bone and muscles half way down his chest.Â
The Miqo'te pulled his hefty weapon back, a sickening crunch of bone and tendons could be heard as he did. The man dropped to the floor, blood squirting onto the sand. His tent mate came next and was, unfortunately due to his sleepy haze, quickly next to die. A powerful swing of an axe, and his head went rolling to the ground with a stomach-turning squelch.Â
Blood squirted onto S'demyx's face, though he cared not. He turned, quickly moving to take out as many bandits as he could before they swarmed upon him; awoken and ready to fight.
Attention was indeed upon him, giving his allies time to quickly join the battle and give the bandits a deadly surprise before they overwhelmed the tribal male.
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