Antar growled in frustration as he sheathed his sword. He had been so close but then close only merited so far. Cursing his luck he looked down the alleyway for his gladius. It took him a few seconds to find it amidst the heaped trash and the blood coating its blade made him smile a little as he cleaned it. At least he had hit the target, and that meant thirty three percent of his attacks had worked. That wasn't the best, and a sign he'd have to train harder to improve. Otherwise he might end up dead. With that thought, the rogue turned towards the corpse of Dourne.
Walking over to the man, he knelt down and began sifting through his pockets and took whatever he found there, as well as his axe and battered armor. The experience lent him a certain amount of mixed feelings about the event, and he left the man's blood spattered clothing he wore underneath his armor alone and made a small sign in the air as he closed the man's eyes. He'd pick up the body and take it out to be buried later... it was the least bit of respect he could give for someone who gave their life for those in the alley, even if he was expending it on his own terms.
Then there was the matter of the unconscious daggerhand. The one's which ran off might tell their tale, a mix of conflicted images of the chaos of conflict. If he could he'd raise his kukri once and strike down with a terrible chop, beheading the man before looking at Bob, and nodded once as he saw the man stumble towards the forgotten clothes and armor left by the naked one before turning back to the man. Shrugging, he’d field strip the man down to his underwear, and take any valuables, weapons or armor as well. Forgoing the idea of killing him, even if it was what his thoughts wanted him to do, but he figured the others might wish to do something with this one, maybe press him for information. However, as soon as he stepped away, Cade’s sword made the final decision. Ending the daggerhands life by piercing him through the throat before the myrian went to drag the injured woman over to the corpse of the daggerhand leader.
Antar sighed and made his way towards her. Cade had earlier bellowed that he wished her for himself, and it seemed he had made good on the matter. The rogue would not gainsay that. But that arrow wound seemed fierce. He felt a small sense of responsibility for it for the injury was caused by his bow, no matter what the circumstances. If he could approach her without her being terrified he would assess the injury and see if it could be removed safely before cauterization. If not, he would take a strip from his own shirt he would bind the wound and secure the arrow as best he could for the woman's transport to the doctor. From there, Cade could have her as spoils of war if he wished to. He'd leave that decision up to him... and the woman herself. Cade would have to carry her out for whatever things he wished to do. Taking up whatever he had gained from Dournes corpse, weapon, and damaged armor, he returned to the old man's side to lever him up over his shoulders to begin the tedious process of carrying the fallen man’s body away.
It would be hours later into the night before he could sleep, after he had traveled out to the south woods to dig the grave. It was a hard thing to do with an injured arm and shovel, but he tried his best, making sure it was deep enough so predators wouldn't dig the man up to gnaw on him. He'd mutter another word to akajia, blessing her for the chance to shroud the man's body and place the last handful of soil over the man's resting place.
The old timer would be one he'd remember, even if he did not know his name, he would remember the man at least for his tenacity in the streets of Sunberth...
oocwell, I searched and field stripped dourne, and the unconscious one *_*… I just feel like Antar burying Dourne would be the thing the character would do after tending to the woman. (if that’s acceptable to levi.) Looks like only bob's left .