The thug's attacks had become more cautious, more deliberate, after that blow he took to the stomach. The man was being careful not to over-commit, the pain in his midsection a reminder of what consequences that could have.
Aren was now regretting having given him that time to recuperate, as he had used it to re-think the way he was going to fight. At least this way, the akalak could risk a glance at Krieg every once in a while, to see how he was doing.
The educated brawler's fight was certainly progressing a brisker pace than his own, but the blue skinned warrior noticed that every moment that passed Krieg seemed to be taking more and more hits. They didn't seem to slow him down at all, as he managed to steadily work his way through his adversaries, but he was bleeding more, as well. Eventually, he had only one foe left to face, but the man did not seem inclined to finish the fight, and opted for a hasty retreat.
"Looks like your boys have abandoned you..." Aren commented to his own foe, who hesitantly looked back to see two of his men on the ground, and the third running away with his tail between his legs.
Using this moment of distraction, the akalak rushed his opponent, who looked just in time to move his blade about a bit. Aren quickly juked his head out of the way, the edge of the blade only glancing him, as he struck the thug in his weakened abdomen once more. As the man reeled, Aren brought the back of his scythe across the side of his head, dropping him almost instantly. His foe fell to the ground, blood oozing from his skull, beleaguered breaths the only sign that he was still alive.
Aren quickly made his way to Krieg, whose wounds he now saw up close. The marketplace, in the meantime, quickly returned to form, as if nothing had happened here at all.
"We need to get you to a healer," the akalak said, ducking underneath's Krieg's arm to give him a lift.
"I hope you have those here," he added, as he provided his body as support for the man who had fought with him. |
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